Sometime, I’d like to take a trip,
To parts mysterious and deep,
‘Cross vast and strange new lands, I’d skip,
Go tooling in my trusty jeep.
Taking everything in stride,
No mayhem, monsters, storms or signs
Would startle me or turn the tide,
From exploration I’d designed.
I’d walk on lands both near and far,
And check out strains indigenous,
No qualms, no fears of things bizarre.
No misgivings to discuss.
I’d leave my sterile world behind,
And print my own exciting map,
Feeling free and unconfined,
Adventures falling in my lap.
I’d learn the jargon: trudge, poop deck,
Adventure, survey, navigate,
Tramp, spelunk and cruise and trek,
Ramble, hike, triangulate.
I’d do all this, and without fear,
Though one thing dims my zeal somewhat,
To see those worlds both far and near,
I’d have to get up off my butt.
Just a note: Two more days and I will be getting up off my butt . . .