No Streaking Today (Fun Poem 85) Poem by David Harris

We sat in a tail back
on a very hot day;
my temperature gauge began to rise.
I turned up the heater full blast
to cool the engine down a bit.
My wife sat in the passenger seat
roasting a little bit.
She said she could smell something,
probably just her cheesy feet.
I could take my clothes off.
I said no streaking today.
You would scare the living daylights
out of all the drivers around here.
She sat there and roasted a bit more,
and when I felt she was done on that side
I turned her over
so the other side could get cooked.

29 July 2007