Bomber Bummer

Story teaching, of this tale,
May be impossible to find,
If you find it, you then Fail,
I didn't have one in mind.

Bomber Bummer
By Arley Steinhour 122912

Driving down the highway,
What do I see,
B-17 type Bomber,
Looking back at me.

A funny little tractor,
Led it down the road,
I could tell by wing-span,
Bomber be a heavy load.

I noticed very quickly,
That I couldn't pass,
To get around this monster,
Needed more than gas.

Thought I had a chance,
At junction, in the highway,
Wouldn't you believe it,
We're taking the same roadway.

Machine-guns were all pointed,
In directions, not at me,
Bomb-bay closed quite tightly,
I was safe as I could be.

My mind was in a quandary,
As we chugged along, that day
Was this a new way to deliver,
Or a landing on highway, wrong way?

Of course I knew the answer,
I'm not just dumb, or dumber,
Aircraft don't fly or taxi backward,
This guy is stealing himself a Bomber.

I thought of using my Cell-phone,
Dialing emergency Nine One One,
But Cell-pones, not invented yet,
Nine One One, numeric fun.

The End (aka AMEN)