Taking my wife to work today,
I noticed a gray Armada coming my way.
Backing out a driveway came this vehicle imposing,
Surely it will stop, I was supposing.
On it came, though its brake lights were on,
Sure he sees me or am I wrong?
I laid on my horn to show his transgression,
Lesser thoughts surfaced which I succeeded in repressin',
As we slipped by w/o a collision,
My wife helped me make an immediate decision,
"Why, that's Brandon" she said w/o derision,
My volcano of anger diffused into fission.
Brandon Riffel is a bright eyed young man,
I believe God has for him a long term plan.
Surely he drives forward better than rear,
For his birthday, I'm getting him a bigger rear view mirror.
I always drive correctly--my ego is huge,
I'll never forget that Armada coming down the luge.
If you see Brandon coming your way, give him the benefit of the doubt,
That gray Armada, that beast, will take you out!
THE NON SPANISH ARMADA (I forgot to title this poem--Still a little shaky from the whole thing!)
4/3/12 Dave Hale 620/245-5778 hale-agency.com
Dave likes to put together words to make poems. Sometimes the rhythms are great and sometimes they are a stretch. Either way they will make you think, make you laugh, make you wonder what's going on with Dave. :)