Traffic was moving so Aggravatingly slow, I grew frustrated, and Complained out loud. My voice, full of anger, Woke up my passenger, Dreaming of sun and sand, Out with the crowd. In my brown pout. Still, I must drink a cup To get my spirits up. It is no idle boast - But penance earned.
Lunch comes and goes anon.
I forgot to prepare one. The ups and downs in life.