Montreal Meander Poem
(a line drawn from each day of the blog)
About an hour out of Portland
Kai asked how much longer it would be
before we got to Rhode Island
When would the extraterrestrial memory wipe kick in??
Fortunately Las Vegas had a brothel-free Starbucks.
Then on to Albuquerque (thank you spell-checker).
I feel confident that Kai will not put his new knowledge
about balloon piloting to use.
We are returning the favor by leaving half of the kids' dirty socks here
It was like drinking beauty from a fire hydrant
A long-expired sheriff oversaw our meal from his frame on the wall
I don't know what happened to Granny
Where the GPS insisted her spirit remained, our grosser senses detected only a muffler shop
We also passed up "How to Spot a Bastard by His Star Sign."
It was like feeding a baby bird with no neck muscles.
Our window offered a fine view of the gaseous output of an industrial plant
White chocolate jalapeño fudge that melts in your mouth and then sets it on fire
We've started stacking the kids on top of each other to save space
Kai has never had much use for the boundary constructed between customer and merchant
One kid carried an electronic friend-attractor.
My mother would have been mortified
She managed to turn our backseat Franz Kafka into a relatively pleasant if a bit antsy little boy
We have left socks in every region.
-Juliet
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