by Chocolate
My friends woof to me about rides in a car.
They like them. They’re great, like a super-speed run.
I disagree; I don’t think cars are fun.
I already can run super fast, super far.
The thing about running is I am the boss;
I choose where to go, which direction to head.
If I change my mind I can just stop instead
(Except when I’m running ‘cause sticks have been tossed.)
I also am smart! And I can just bet
That the end of a ride in the car I won’t like.
To me this adds up to a car ride’s third strike:
Three rides outa five, there I am at the vet.
