more than 800 miles stretched before us
upon leaving home early this morning
with 300 strong horses to serve us
we conquered the road, 4 wheels a’turning
but summer’s freeways hold pitfalls galore:
roadwork, collisions, detours, and potholes
soon our horses could stretch their legs no more
the brakes were applied more than our throttles.
with technology we looked to the skies
and soon plotted a course for our horses
our new path allowed those miles to fly by
thanks to heaven for satellite choices!
our route now is open; traffic is clear
the steeds are running in their highest gear.
Studly Doright is responsible for much of this poem, most of which was composed as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic on I65.
Praying for Eyebrowz 