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Torture-Mobile!; poem

Poetry By: Mike Stevens

New arrival to car-sickness!

Submitted:Feb 27, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   


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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