11.11.19

We made it back to Hastings fine

Although I thought it would be about 7

And it was more like 9 (eastern time).

It was raining in Dallas

And the wind was fierce

And my nerves, Google did pierce.

My maps app kept rerouting us,

With no ability to discuss.

“Accidents,” the voice would say,

“You better go this way!”

“No,” I screamed, “that doesn’t make sense!”

Leaving my brother in suspense.

“Which way do I go,”

He wanted to know,

“Do you know where we are?”

“No, Guess we listen to Google.”