Labor day fast approaches,

To make my motorhome run I use roaches,

They lift it off the ground en masse,

And speed me down the road at a roaches pace,

A little bit faster than a snail can crawl,

As long as those damn roaches don’t stall,

Members they are of a union afterall…J

Boy are we gonna have us a great time,

At Cousin Pats for Labor day weekend will be fine,

“Hey you roaches keep me on the right side of the line!”

Gotta keep them little buggers on the straight & narrow,

I promised them when we get there some fine California wine…J

So keep up with our cross-country antics,

Occasionally we will here be posting,

No more for us poetry of the romantics,

We will try to write so that you do understand,

Afterall it’s just a matter, in the end, of semantics…J

 (Surprisigsoomethisthe