You may believe this or not,
Riding with the folks in the car,
My teeth hot they are,
Anytime driving my dad did far…
A form of car sickness,
That’s all I can of it guess,
One time I even forced myself,
To vomit on my moms new dress,
That was not a day my mom wanted me blessed…
From that time on, I would say,
Dad and mom never again with me did play,
All I wanted was a soda that was cold,
As I got older though what I wanted was something rolled…J
© ed J 1/23/06
Glad we both survived those days!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The perfect cure is a cup full of ice cubes and a bag of home grown. (lol)
Susan
Best wishes always
from kay