There once was a man whose wife made it clear
she mistrusted his sense of direction.
When he took the wheel, she’d tremble in fear
and a pallor'd creep o'er her complexion.
"Please turn around, you're lost," she'd say
with a blend of contempt and distress.
If he ever succeeded in finding his way
she'd still faint, overwhelmed by the stress.
One day with a song, just to prove she was wrong
he left sans map or benediction.
He drove for hours, and it wasn't too long
before he passed out of her jurisdiction.
Moral: If a man doesn't know where he's going, for God's sake don't drive him away.