Francie Lynch


Her Gps - Poem by Francie Lynch

When we got in the car
She turned on the GPS.
'We're only going to London, ' I smirked.
'It's sixty miles on a straight road.'
'I know, but this makes it easy, ' she smiled,
'And tonight, I'll make you an Irish stew.'
'Is that easy too?
'It's a straight road! she quipped.

Topic(s) of this poem: driving, relationships


Comments about Her Gps by Francie Lynch

  • (11/5/2015 10:56:00 PM)


    An excellent repartee in lyrical form employed. It's quite amusing. Enjoyed reading.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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