Karen and I are going to run off to Vegas next week for Thanksgiving. So I wrote this poem thinking of the occasion:

Run Away with Me

Run away with me,
I know a place.
We’ll disappear,
Without a trace.

There’ll be no phones,
Or pushy bosses.
No looming deadlines,
Like albatrosses.

We’ll eat and drink,
Without restraint.
We’ll laugh and play,
Until we faint.

We’ll stay up late,
And sleep til noon.
And in my arms,
I’ll make you swoon.

So pack a bag,
we’ll travel light,
Run away with me,
We’ll leave tonight.

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole