Ode To SweetEsther

We called her SweetEsther,

She’s loud and she’s old.

When we drive in the mountains

It’s gonna’ be cold.


But she’ll chug up those steep grades,

She’s got heart, if not guts.

Just enjoy lot’s of scenery

While SweetEsther putt-putts.


If you don’t mind tight spaces

We’ve got the comforts of home,

Kitchen, sofa, and patio

Wherever we roam!


And though two grown people

Can’t sleep side by side,

We can pop up the top

Where another bunk hides.


We’ll drink wine out of tumblers

And heat up canned stew,

And we’ll toast to SweetEsther,

We’ll toast Me & You!



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