The Van One winter night, as snowflakes fell There were warnings for all to hear. The weatherman told of freezing rain And a layer of ice to fear. People protected as best they could Their cars which sat outside. They hoped their door locks wouldn't freeze For they needed their morning ride. As luck would have it that's what occurred To a favorite niece to me. She tried to get in her van next morn', But, found this was not to be. The locks were frozen solid, And, no matter what'she'd try, The doors refused to open And she gave a "frigid" sigh. Then she thought about the tailgate, She hadn't tried that yet. So she flew around to the back of the van Thinking "This one won't either, I bet." The door wouldn't open, just as she thought. But, much to her surprise, The window rolled down quite smoothly Which almost brought tears to her eyes. "There's only one way to get inside", She thought to herself with a grin. So, she dove head first through the window, But, all of her didn't go in. Her two feet stuck out of the window And she thought of how weird she must look. She was glad that no cameras were rolling To show pictures of her that they took. She crawled over seats to the front of the van, And, amazing as it might seem. The engine started steadily humming Turning her nightmare into a dream. Copyright Gloria Martel |
THE VAN |
