Victorville Poem by Richard D Remler

..............


We're driving out to Victorville,
But I don't want to go.
It's far too hot, or wet, or cold,
And I don't like the snow.

There's desert sand and tumbleweeds,
And gypsum trees and crows.
And every time we take the Pass
It clutters up my nose.

My head, it gets all fidgy,
And fidgy's never good.
And my ears go pop, but never 'POP'
The way they really should.

And my stomach starts to percolate
Our breakfast-time cuisine,
And I turn thirty shades of green
And sorely need my Dramamine.

We're heading up to Victorville,
Because Grandad lives up there.
We're cruising up the interstate,
And it just isn't fair!

Dad calls it an adventure,
As if the skies are always blue.
Where the heat is hot or cold
And rarely under 102.

And I'd of much preferred to stay
Back at home and far away.
Under coolish summer clouds
Of smoggy blue and gray.

Karen's gonna hate on me,
Because I think I'm getting sick.
And if Dad won't turn this car around,
That might just do the trick.


Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler