Ronnie's Bug

Cheryl's hubby bought a little yellow bug
And he really loved driving that thing
About that time gas prices were rising
He realized the savings it would bring

Our Ronnie's not a slight, little fellow
He stands a few inches over six feet 
But he could fold himself into that bug
And still leave enough room in the seat

One day, they all came to visit us
Cheryl, Ronnie and their three young offspring
Five crowded in that little yellow car
It's a wonder they all fit in that thing

They were going on over to Mama's
And asked if we wanted to go along
I laughed 'cause, I thought they were joking
But Ronnie didn't see anything wrong

Now there were eight in the buggy
Like a bunch of funny circus clowns
All of us were laughing and talking
And the faces didn't show any frowns

We were all riding along so merrily
When the car hit a patch of bad weather
The eight of us rose up in unison
'Cause we found we were all stuck together

We thanked him for the fun that we'd had
And for letting us ride in his bug
Appearing so proud of his yellow little car
"My pleasure," Ronnie said with a shrug

Oh, how we all laughed and enjoyed that time
That happened so many years ago
The children are all grown and still talk about
The day we looked like a circus sideshow

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 27, 2006
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The Champ!


"Arkansas Traveler"
Sequenced by Bruce M. Bowman


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