Missed My Vacation

Twenty something years ago, when we were thin and young, my honey and I took a brief jaunt to Nashville. It was a fiasco.

We headed for the heartland to visit tourist sites;
just a mini vacation, only for three nights.
We chugged up Look Out Mountain to see what we could see,
Bug guts on the windshield affecting visibility.

My honey pulled to the side of the road, and rummaged through the trunk.
He finally found the glass cleaner among all our travel junk.
He scrubbed the windows front and back, and then he washed the sides.
He hustled over to where I sat, and sprayed Windex in my eyes.

“I thought you had the window up!” He shouted as I wailed.
“I thought that you could see I didn’t, and now my vision’s failed.”
We drove down Lookout Mountain. I didn’t see a thing!
We ended up in Nashville where the country singers sing.

We saw Rheiman Auditorium and toured the historic sight.
Then we got a hotel room and prepared to spend the night.
We found our room at the top of the stairs; the door it stood ajar.
So, we placed our luggage on the bed and headed back to the car.

We ate a lovely meal; it really was the best.
Our bellies were so full; we decided to take a rest.
My honey put the key in the lock; he twisted it and he turned.
We had to find the manager, and this is what we learned:

our luggage was in room 201 A, where we could plainly see,
but the room we rented was 201 B and 201 A didn’t have a key!
We waited for a locksmith. We were exhausted tired and crabby.
Then we boarded a shuttle bus, driven by a former, crazy cabby.

We made it to the Grand Old Opry, saw Hank Jr. and many more.
Hank sang this tired old gal to sleep, and I began to snore.
Yes, we went to Look Out Mountain and the place where the country singers sing.
I can honestly say we went there, but I didn’t see a thing.