The mood was mellow, the light was yellow.
I stopped. Behind appeared this fellow. . .
My sternum rattled, my nerves skedaddled.
Who IS that? I begged my daughter to tattle.
My windows thumped, my booty jumped,
Where'd it come from? I was stumped.
Miss Fifteen frowned when I rolled the window down
"Hey dude! Is that you making that sound?"
I waved to space, with a smile on my face
"Can you please turn down the bass?"
My expression did linger when the offending singer
Turned it down and didn't give me a finger.
I felt sunny, my daughter said, "Not funny!"
But he was drowning out my Matchbox 20!
Thus ended the scene, the light turned green
And I gave some gas to my Mom-machine. . .
5 months ago