A poem about a summer vacation that takes an unexpected turn
|Your Momma can’t drive said my daddy,
And he swore as he loaded the bus,
Me and my iPod –we tuned him out,
Of course the baby made a big fuss.
We were on our way to Ohio,
To see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,
Seven hundred miles from our driveway,
Endless hours of the I-Spy game.
Memphis was a distant memory,
When Momma said to Daddy- it’s time,
My water just broke— it won’t be long,
Daddy frowned and said --ain't that a crime.
Can’t it wait til we see Chuck Berry?
Momma screamed and hit him with her purse,
Get me to the hospital right now,
Or they will take you home in a hearse.
So that’s how I spent my vacation,
Camping in a maternity ward,
Taking pictures of flustered new dads,
Reading magazines and being bored.