Graham stayed home
No gnome reporting to read
Eduardo arrived
Travel
Marfa Dog
Met a dog today
She has more names than I do
Rides motorcycle
West Texas
Five or six hour drive
To the middle of nowhere
Peace and quiet zone
Big Bend
Hearing all nature
Coyote without roadrunner
Drive to the river
Texas
Texas – a big State.
I walked five hundred miles.
Never left Texas.
Lost At Sea
“I can still see the ship!”
“I’m sure they will wait.”
Then it sailed away.
“We will sue them!”
“This is an outrage!”
Read your contract.
“Wow. I missed my plane.”
“That’s on me.”
Yes, yes it is.
“Wow. I missed my cruise.”
“That’s their fault.”
Pretend it’s a plane.
Slot Pull
Many ships have casinos.
Casinos help cruises make money.
Cruises need to make money
Since everything else is so cheap.
You can play the slots alone.
Watching your money fade away.
After losing alone gets boring,
You can join a slot pull.
A slot pull is a group of people
Taking turns on the same machine.
A slot pull is actually a triumph
Of peer pressure.
You don’t make money on slots.
You have the receipts to show.
Slot pullers all know you don’t
Make money playing slots.
So, let’s pool our money,
And we’ll all get rich!
It’s actually a fun way
Spending time with new friends.
If you win,
You share the riches.
When you lose,
You share the blame.
Plus, you can wander off
To get another drink.
But turning $20 into $7
Is not really getting rich.
Even if you did spend
An hour playing slots.
Revenge
All the old RVers
Can finally come out to play.
They’ve locked up all the cruise ships,
And they’re giving gas away.
Sailing
We should be on a ship,
Sailing across the sea.
Yet, we’re stuck at home,
Bored as we can be.
The living room’s our Lido Deck,
But there isn’t much to do.
We don’t have any contests,
There isn’t any pool.
Our buffet is open all day long,
It’s called the kitchen here.
There’s not a wide selection,
And bars don’t have any beer.
We can go out on excursions,
Just like on any cruise.
It’s now a bit like gambling,
With just your life to lose.
The back porch is our balcony,
The back yard’s our open sea,
The view just never changes,
We’re docked at Homestead Quay.
Roadtrip
Are we there yet?
I just so love being in the car.
Houston now seems very far.
We’ve been there other times before.
Each time it’s south-er even more.
I really wish you’d let me drive.
I can’t deal with all this right-lane jive.
My eyelids are about to drop.
I think I need a Buc-ee’s stop.
The GPS says two hours to go.
That I didn’t need to know.
Are we there yet?