Torture-Mobile!
Kaleidoscope of colors pass by outside
As you cling to the window crank with no pride
Heaving turns and dips the car seems to make
You’d be screaming, “Stop, for my stomach’s sake!”,
If only you could, but stay focused you must!
No time for chatter you, you just
About lost it back there in the turn
By the time this nightmare ride is over, you’ll need a gurn-ey
“Who’s ready for lunch back there?”
Your mom asks, quite innocently; you just stare
Out the window, no, bad idea that!
Someone better get ready to hose off the floor mat!
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