Honey I'm Home
Many of my poems are lyrics to songs I have written, some still awaiting a tune.This is one of them.
Truck driving songs are a genre of their own, and this one smells of diesel.
Lock up the lab
And lick my lap
Slap the sap silly
And cut the crap
Get rid of the kids, the pets and the chores
Pull all the shades and lock all the doors
You know when I get home that I've got the urge
So check oncoming traffic and signal to merge
Flip off your slippers and zap down your zippers
Take the curlers from out of your hair
Remove all that cold cream be quick or I might scream
There isn't a minute to spare
My head is near reelin' with feelings I'm feelin'
I've been on the road for a week
I've got a rocket right here in my pocket
And you are the heat that I seek
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