Whose corduroy pants are I think I know because she was a date long ago.
She dozed in my car without a care until a shart triggerd a scare and caused her to seek the refuge of a cloistered chair.
She returned without her soiled cords and gave a can of glade a shake as if there had been some mistake.She must have thought it queer for the passenger seat not to suffer a smear.
Between the Twin Cities and Lake Mille Lacs,
The darkest evening of the year.
The only other sound was the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Highway 169 was lovely, dark and deep.
But I had promises to keep,
And miles to go before I could sleep,
And miles to go before I could sleep.
A Fart In A Storm
ChiliKahKah (38) -- 05.09.2008
(With Apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose corduroy pants are I think I know because she was a date long ago.
She dozed in my car without a care until a shart triggerd a scare and caused her to seek the refuge of a cloistered chair.
She returned without her soiled cords and gave a can of glade a shake as if there had been some mistake.She must have thought it queer for the passenger seat not to suffer a smear.
Between the Twin Cities and Lake Mille Lacs,
The darkest evening of the year.
The only other sound was the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Highway 169 was lovely, dark and deep.
But I had promises to keep,
And miles to go before I could sleep,
And miles to go before I could sleep.