The Corner

I haven’t been stuck in the mud for some time,

Yes that old ‘gumbo’, such treacherous stuff,

The vehicle would be wrestled with, so rough,

When in this slick clay, try avoiding the grime.

You might high-center...stuck, it seemed a crime,

One may be on foot, without a rebuff,

A neighbor, ‘X’ miles away, enough,

For a good hike in the mud, damn this slime.

But there was a flavor in getting so stuck,

To admit that we might not be in control,

But what would I tell Dad about the truck,

There is much about this business, still to unroll,

For Dad’s got stuck too, with cursing, with bad luck,

But it might make for a good tale, to share with souls.