Pray,
why not parley
a Monday thru Sunday
to play
along the great American highway.
Say,
let's take a steel sleigh,
perhaps a sexy Stingray,
from a freeway in LA
to a manta ray, near a quay, in Chesapeake Bay.
Nay,
we could even make a foray
for an epicurean waylay,
and stay and pay,
for a delicious tray of gourmet burger filet.
OK,
we may fall prey
to a traffic delay,
or go astray and stray
into an array of clay,
or even a fray of chaotic parquet hay,
but don't be fey,
let not this weigh, or otherwise betray,
a potential fabulously good day.
Yea,
let a sun's ray,
a chirp of a jay,
allay,
and pray we segue'
into a
beauteous inner lei.
Hey,
don't say oi vay,
but rather, bray ole',
and let's be on our merry way!