We didn’t make it to the party.
A wrong turn prevented arrival.
We lost all sense of direction.
Something about sloppy notetaking.
No landmarks for guidance.
If we’d set out sooner, that might have made a difference.
Or could figure an alternative route.
Adding insult to injury, the brakes gave out.
Then the road became just a pile of rubble.
Shots were heard in the distance.
We knew we were getting closer.
If only we’d paid attention to that sign a while back.
As the crow flies.
Now they’re circling us.
Our car has turned into a Leviathan, stalking.
We crushed a bunny rabbit and didn’t even procure an egg.
Stick a finger in your mouth that’s which way the wind is blowing.
It’s at the top of my list.
Any further questions?
Next time we’ll hire a driver.
Or at least a bigger car.
We’re already mapping out another party.
We have to be careful with our spelling.
And I accept all responsibility.