The kids just screamed, “I’ve gotta go!”
The trailer’s back there, in the snow;
We needed it for food, sleep, clothes
Its tires fell off and it won’t go.
Cry Mommy, Daddy, kids, baby
Sally poked him; “Bill’s breathing!”
The car’s all out of gasoline
No one’s ever changed Baby.
Dad’s just asked why they vacay
Mom’s offered to give him ‘way
Low tire pressure‘s on display
When we get to far, far ‘way
Mom and Dad will droop and sway
All the kids will want to play;
Says Mom, “Why do we e’er vacay?”
©2020 Chel Owens
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