Wa Wa Oooh

Day 18: "this prompt plays around with song lyrics, but in a very specific context – singing while riding in a car. Take a look at Ellen Bass’s poem, “You’re the Top.” Now, craft your own poem that recounts an experience of driving/riding and singing, incorporating a song lyric."

I've written this in the style of a song lyric,  with the Beach Boys coming in at the chorus.  


Wa Wa Oooh

Travelling south down the Pacific Highway,
August's blue skies, crash of rough waves, 
Miles of good tarmac between us and LA.

"Round, round, get around,
I get around"

We've driven from 'Frisco, we're on our way
Finding neon-lit motels to stop every day,
Money in our pockets, not much to pay.

"Round, round, get around,
I get around"

Kids in the back, Nintendo in play, 
You and me in front with little to say,
Songs on the radio, of lovers far away.

"Round, round, get around,
I get around."


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