Sniffin' 'round the Caribbean
like a dog in heat,
the oul' biddy cannot decide
which way to go:
Do I follow what went before
or blaze a new trail
of total and complete annihilation?

(God I hope she doesn't take
the awful path
that her older sisters took,
or the ones
her aunts and uncles cruised last year.)

Don't want to hear
Freddie yelling for his WILLLMAAAAAAAA!
or find Dino
wandering lost amid the rubble.
They need a break,
those living along the Southern states,
and this year, the
laugh track to their lives is worn thin.

(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.