Why Women Prefer Planes and Trains

The bevy hit the levee in their Chevy,
But the levee wasn’t harmed by the incursion.
The cop complained the car was way too heavy,
But minor damage showed a different version.
The tires made airy gyres, round happy flyers
Revolving merrily above the guardrails,
As our desires were sung by angel choirs
Singing train songs, like “Coal Fires” and “Hard Rails.”
The beauties had their duties, so these cuties
Warned us about the UnderTow. The ocean,
Uncertain with its typhoons and its U.T.s,
Reminded them to use their best hand lotion.
And that’s why women fly; cars make them cry,
While men sigh as the women say good-bye.