The Ballad of The Millennium Parakeet
By Nancy Deutsch
Just cruising down the highway
at a speed of fifty-five
might be, we're going nowhere fast
I'll know when we arrive.
Riding in a Winnebago
breezes blowin' through my hair
ditching the well traveled roads
for others just as fair.
Bumping down a backwoods lane
doesn't matter where it leads
for its not the destination
but the journey that one needs.
Could be with age I've lost my cool
just ask me if I care!
We've got a bathroom on this rig
and automated stair.
It came with propane cooktop
a sofabed, TV
a microwave and freezer
a generator, and CB.
Now we're hauling through a city
singing oldies with the Stones
our gypsy wishes have come true
the world is ours to roam.
Oh, once I drove a Porsche
and hauled kiddies in a van
now I ride in Winnebago
driven by my lover man.
Cruising down the roadway
through the mountains, by the sea
while some might choose an airplane
for us, there's nothing like RV!
Hope you like this boys and girls. Laugh out loud.