Round And Round The Roundabout Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

She asked to follow me home,
She was not certain of the way,
I hate to drive in convoys,
But I agreed to it just the same.

We came to this big Roundabout,
With many exit paths,
I joked with my passengers,
To lead her a merry dance.

She followed me round one time,
And then a second and third,
But on the fourth circuit,
Hysterical laughter in my car was heard.

It was not a good prank,
It was not fair to do,
But once I started this joke,
I had to see it through.

My Sister-in-law was not amused,
But conceded to the jape,
But on future occasions,
She followed others to be safe.