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A Honda drives in a foreign country. |
So tired of the average streets I drive from day to day, I thought that I would hug some foreign highways far away. My headlights beamed, my horn exclaimed, aggressive was my pose; the country of Namibia in Africa, I chose. I polished up my grill with Turtle Wax to make the trip; the passage o’er the ocean on a cargo toting ship. And I, a Honda, gray Accord—good looking, I am told, stayed idle while we made the crossing in the ship’s dark hold. When we arrived I cleared my muffler with exhausted snort; we harbored in South Africa, and Cape Town was the port. Then with some hoisting done by crane they lifted me on high, and finally, upon the land, I tooted my goodbye and set out for Namibia which was directly north. I squinted high beams on the way as I proceeded forth. The large white sign at border’s crossing came in view at last; I gulped a pint of gasoline and rushed on kinda fast. As first the land was sorta flat with grasses brownish tan; and I, in auto arrogance, kept thinking, I’m the man! When suddenly giraffes appeared like towers from the blue, I braked myself and parked askance to get a better view. Excited at the first encounter, I drove on again; at times the widened highway narrowed to a single lane. The landscape changed to gentle hills, and forest did appear; my dashboard sensors told me that some danger could be near. The daring in me overrode the peril that could be; I pulled onto a small dirt road beside a fever tree. Then ‘fore too long I realized what sensors understood, when agitated chimpanzees appeared upon my hood. Not worse for ding, I revved my engine as a way to scare; I also swiped my wipers blades—no longer were chimps there. Then as I drove the land fantastic ‘neath a clear, blue sky, I came across a little lake with hippopotami. Along the side of chasms deep my tires gripped the road; my gears were grinding and combustion felt like overload. I witnessed cheetahs chasing prey and elephants en masse; I noticed pangs of hunger as I knew I needed gas. I drove the winding roads and drank in vistas far and wide; the king of beasts looked in my eyes and I beheld the pride. I ventured back to Cape Town as my driving was complete; and in the ship I felt secure, like I was easy street. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp Co-Winner 11-17-17 |
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