41 Rubbers
A ballad on the importance pr proper trip packing
He took forty-one rubbers
And a balding toothbrush,
For a trip to the suburbs
He packed up in a rush;
Then he roared like a lion,
Put his Honda in “drive”
And he drove down to Zion,
Down the I-95.
He had forty-one rubbers
And a balding toothbrush,
He has had it with covers –
He has played them to mush,
He would not ask for pardon,
Would not bend to a whim,
He was ready for stardom,
It was ready for him.
He had forty-one rubbers
And a balding toothbrush,
More than some of the others
He could name in a flash,
More than some of the others
Who have then made it big,
He was joining his brothers
For a studio gig.
He had forty-one rubbers
And a balding toothbrush
He had learned all his numbers,
All the grooves he had crushed,
He was ready for wonders,
But – oh my, in his haste
He packed toothbrush and rubbers,
But forgot the toothpaste.
About the Creator
Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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