I suppose I should apologize up front and urge sensitive and/or sensible people NOT to read this.
Well officer, it's like this, I was driving along minding my ps & qs, And the other guy's too, When out of nowhere this four inch elf, Says his name is Delph, Pops up on my dashboard right in front of me, So I can't see. I asked him to move, polite as can be. He shook his head at me. He said, "Don't worry none, Hon. You don't have to see. You're safe with me." I grabbed him with my right hand and tossed his across the car, But he didn't go that far. He held on tight, With all his might. I pounded my fist on the steering wheel, He said, "How good you make me feel!" I called him a creep, a pervert and worse, And that's when we hit your grandma's hearse.
There's a shortage of magic elves And we are left to cope all by ourselves On the roads and motor ways........ The driving is always the same, these days!
Gosh Quilly, that was a large poem for a 4 inch elf! I will give you a wide berth on the motorway!
And with the price of gas these days,
ReplyDeleteYou need a goose which golden eggs it lays!
Don't you have a magic elf? I keep mine in the glove box.
ReplyDeleteOh how true. So true where I live. I would love to see a picture to go along with this!
ReplyDeletePlaying off the leeway freeway.
ReplyDeleteJust what I wanted
A way of my own
One that will surely
Get me back home.
Cheers!
I suppose I should apologize up front and urge sensitive and/or sensible people NOT to read this.
ReplyDeleteWell officer, it's like this,
I was driving along minding my ps & qs,
And the other guy's too,
When out of nowhere this four inch elf,
Says his name is Delph,
Pops up on my dashboard right in front of me,
So I can't see.
I asked him to move, polite as can be.
He shook his head at me.
He said, "Don't worry none, Hon. You don't have to see.
You're safe with me."
I grabbed him with my right hand and tossed his across the car,
But he didn't go that far.
He held on tight,
With all his might.
I pounded my fist on the steering wheel,
He said, "How good you make me feel!"
I called him a creep, a pervert and worse,
And that's when we hit your grandma's hearse.
There's a shortage of magic elves
ReplyDeleteAnd we are left to cope all by ourselves
On the roads and motor ways........
The driving is always the same, these days!
Gosh Quilly, that was a large poem for a 4 inch elf!
I will give you a wide berth on the motorway!
Hi David,
ReplyDeleteMy favorite is an old BurmaShave one.
Big mistake
many make
Rely on horn
instead of brake!
In the states we drive on the right
ReplyDeleteAt times the driving gets very tight
Ignorance of the gas and brake
Might make you late or make you ache
Driving on the dangerous road
ReplyDeleteGesturing hands meant to goad
Curses from my mouth explode
A chauffeur would be a better mode.
Oh darn it Lavinia has beaten me to it!
ReplyDeleteSandi
I asked for a magic elf.
ReplyDeleteI got me an evil twin instead.
it's turning out to be lots of fun.
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