Wabberjocky*

The sun was bright, the wind was chill.  We felt the urge to roam at will.  We felt that a ride would fit the bill.

Hw 105 took us to lunch,

but we  took back roads home just on a hunch that they would cut down the wind a bunch.

The chill wind was still brisk, clouds covered the sun,

and all too soon our ride was done, but all in all we still had fun.

With the edge taken off our urge to roam, I45 took us home.

And that’s the end of this little poem.

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See you tomorrow?

Louise and Duane

My apologies to Louis Carroll for being inspired by his “Jabberwocky”.