The Winds of Change have certainly been blowing through my life lately. Then on a recent Saturday as I was walking outside I took a particular notice of Petunia. Was it time? Could I really ship her off?
'Twas the night before the road trip, when all the planning had been done,
Not a motor was idling; it was time to wait for the sun;
The bags were all packed and sitting by the door,
Knowing there wasn’t a place for one thing more;
The furry children were restless, rather than in their beds,
As visions of something changing danced in their heads;
With mamma in her undies and I without a cap,
Had just settled our brains for a short night’s nap;
When out in the garage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,Stubbing my toe and falling with a crash.
The darkness of the night inhibiting my ability to see,
Gave me such a pain and blood on my knee;
When I got to the door, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a terrible sight that didn’t seem clear;
With a little old shake that went by too quick,
I knew in a moment it must be some kind of trick.
More rapid than miles and rest stops it came,
I heard whistles, and grunts, and called them by name;
Off, air shocks! Off, Tour Pac! Off, all types of chrome! And now get rid of that old ugly seat!
On, Progressives! On, Phantom bag support! On, passenger backrest!
Might as well lower it, to make it the best.
To the end of the garage! To the edge of the drive!
Now roll away! Roll away! Roll away all!’
So off to the black-top Petunia she flew,
With the svelte new figure, and weight loss too;
And then, in an instant, I hear in my ear,
“Now isn’t that better than a new bike, my Dear?”
With a tiny tweek here,
And a small tweek there,
Here a little tweek, there a final tweek,
And to think it all started with an old broken seat!
It is a relief to know Petunia isn't going anywhere.