Egg Role

On the road with GPS I travel far;
(it’s a navigation aid within my car.)
A pleasant voice and it never falters me;
input destination and I am home free.

It’s a Garmin yet there’s others that are fine;
Rocky Mountain passes, Mason-Dixon line.
But I now record some scrambling in song,
since the routing of my GPS was wrong.

Refrain:
(O the egg upon my Garmin’s plastic face;
  it positioned me to some forsaken place.
  Was it mistaken signals? I don’t really know...
  O the egg, and a goof as gadgets go.)

So I saw a diner there along the road;
(perhaps GPS suffered an overload!)
I went in and sat upon a silver stool;
Coca Cola clock, blue curtains which were cool.

It was afternoon--the sun shone in the west;
(I was somewhere else--perhaps this was a test.)
As a waitress with a ponytail came by,
I was thinking scrambled eggs is what I’d try.

Refrain:
(O the egg upon my Garmin’s plastic face;
  it positioned me in error yet with grace.
  Was I receiving signals as she winked her eye...?
  O the egg and whole wheat toast was mine to try.)

There was chemistry with class for me that day;
(seems my GPS’s goof turned out okay.)
Sometimes destiny shines bright on lonely folk;
pretty eyes, blonde hair and two unbroken yolk.

Refrain:
(O the egg upon my Garmin’s plastic face;
  I benefited though it was way off base.
  In The Star Diner I met my better half;
  O the egg upon my face made Linda laugh.)


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Writer’s Cramp
June 7, 2014