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This was created for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge.  Michelle and I are looking for writes about road trips and other impromptu summer vacations.  The second one we did as a collab, Michelle started it out and played the mom.

THE ROAD TRIP FROM HELL: WITH KIDS

A Collab

Get in the car kids,
buckle yourselves up.
Here is your soda pop.
Don’t spill your cup.

But mom I don’t like cherry.
Billy has my root beer.
…I have to go to the bathroom.
Can we stop here?

In about fifteen minutes
then we will stop to rest.
Hold it in a bit longer.
Just do your best.

Can we stop at the snake farm?
I want the boa constrictor
to squeeze out the guts
of my big brother Victor.

Now behave you two.
Shame on you Billy.
Now we are here.
You can relieve your willy.

It’s not my willy
that is bothering me.
It is my bladder
full of root beer and pee.

Okay there Billy,
you smarty pants you.
While we are here
try to take a poo.

But I went already
before we left home.
Could you go in with me Mom,
then come back to your poem?

Just give it a try
because on down the road.
I don’t want you to say
I need to drop a load.

No worries mommy,
my system’s cleaned out
except for my bladder,
of that there’s no doubt.

Okay so go pee,
then buckle up boys
for a little more traveling.
Read or play with your toys.

Ok mom, we’re ready to go.
Oh wait, my DVD’s stuck.
This trip is too boring
without Donald Duck.

Back in our youth traveling days
my brother and I
would count all the barns
and planes up in the sky.

Oh ok we will try that.
Hey Vic, you count the jets.
I’ll count the barns.
…Mommy, ARE WE THERE YET?

Not just yet boys,
In about one more hour.
Keep playing the count game.
Soon we’ll pass the lighthouse tower.

Can we stop there
and climb up to the top?
That light hurts my eyes.
Maybe I can make it stop.

Not this time boys,
We are too pressed for time.
We must get there for dinner.
Grandma made homemade key lime.

But I hate that flavor,
it makes my mouth pucker.
And Grandma smells like mothballs.
Can I have a sucker?

Grandma always has her candy.
She will surely have some.
…Okay there boys.
we are now at her home.

Oh all right, mom,
I forgot about that.
Bring it on Grandma!
Oh darn, I just shat.

Copyright July 29th 2011 MRK & RGD