You Don’t Want to Be There
poem (audio)
Whipped in a tornado vortex;
mashed in a mosh pit;
lodged in Room 666
caught on the 13th floor;
In the dentist chair,
locked within the lion’s lair;
at any funeral,
trapped at the bottom of a well.
wedged in a trash dumpster,
stuck in a sewer,
and absolutely, undoubtedly,
on ma’s very last nerve.
Commentary of Poem:
Okay, show of hands: Who else has a mom (or other relative) who often says, “he/she/you get(s) on my last nerve”?
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Book travel to better destinations than tornado country.
I agree with you. I don’t want to be in any of those situations.
I say it all the time! To whom? Loud noise, cars, trucks, motorcycles and loud ,barking dogs! There's no one else to say it too!