Transcendental Sonnet #1225:
It Rained Inside My Car Today
a silly sonnet for Silke's birthday
It rained inside my car today
An after-effect of the storm
Sprinkled me as I drove away
The rusty drops at least were warm
But left tomato-soupy dots
On my pants in sensitive spots
Then I had to go into the bank...
Holding my checkbook over my crotch
Although my car is built like a tank
It could not protect me from this blotch
Which looks like... some sort of accident
Protected without but not within
As the odd eccentric incident
Gets under my heavy metal skin
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV Silke LLC
I know how you felt. I spilled coffee on myself once before going into the bank. Luckily I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and hid most of it.(lol) Nice write.
Sandie May Angel :o)