Maple Storm

Out in the car with my support worker I go

The gravel crackling on the ground below

As we set off on another grey day

For a massive storm is heading our way

We drive for a long time with no radio

Music plays as the easygoing goes

Through my headphones the ukulele blares

Which sometimes gets a hold of my hair

We stop at the Co-Op to get a cocoa

I take out my book and now I know

Where I’m up to with my story I write

Pitter patter! Raindrops are in sight

My support worker returns with the drink I need

We park to a place where I can think or feed

I discover my coffee’s a maple flavour

But still, the autumny taste I savour

There’s a mug holder in the back of the car

Which is right near me, not too far

I open it up and put my drink in

But something’s horrid about the taste within

Maple is for pancakes, not chocolate I’m told

But during this time I had to be bold

I drank every drop and tried to like it

But to my support worker I said I disliked it

We drive through the rain to Tesco in town

Where my support worker drives through the rain with a frown

He’s gonna get nappies for his daughter’s bum

All the while I’m a very reasonable chum

We get our food from Tesco, it looks yummy

Just what I need to fill up my tummy

But my support worker has to get his first

So I grab my book before things get worst

I write and I write while the rain drums beats

Waiting and waiting for something to eat

When my support worker returns, we eat right away

While in my head rice, bananas, beans and veggies play

With me now full, we drive on the bridge

To where the seals live far over the ridge

But they aren’t here, the storm’s in full circle

Is it me or am I seeing purple?

So off we drive back home, beep beep

Off on down to my main street

Home at last, oh what a day

When the storm made its pledge to stay