Her Gps Poem by Francie Lynch
Her Gps
Rating: ★5.0
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.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: driving,relationships
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5/1/2024 3:03:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An excellent repartee in lyrical form employed. It's quite amusing. Enjoyed reading.10 points.