A traveler on a dirt road
Shouldering quite a great load
Looked all around
But, nothing--he found
No place to go and just bode
The traveler then tried to skip
To make easier his difficult trip
But, he forgot on his back
He had a great sack
And ended up dislodging a hip
The traveler--he lay on the ground
In a heap--or was it a mound?
Of much needless junk
And an odd old trunk
Which said: "Kentucky bound"
The traveler who came from afar
Struggled to get to his car
Which was parked for a day
And had been in the fray
Which explained why there was many a mar
So the traveler took to his road
Forsaking his cumbersome load
When what should he meet
But, a girl so soft and sweet
As a song, she gently crowed
"Traveler, you are sick and weary
Your burden, you're unable to carry
But, all troubles forget
And have not a fret
And try your best to be merry."
The traveler, in her words, was now caught
And all else around was for nought
For, all that he cared
(As far as he dared)
Was that she... to him was now brought
Somehow he managed to stand
And plodded across the soft sand
(Even with his hip--
He heard something rip)
He crawled his way over-land
He came to a bridge over water
But, saw only Eve's dearest daughter
Head over heels,
He knew how love feels
(Or was that his head that felt tauter)
Soaked from his head to his foot,
In mud that was blacker than soot
He shrieked and he yelled
Like a child of twelve
"No more travels for me, I'm kaput."