jonathon was a nobody
jeremy was a churl
both were tortured by mona
because she was a girl
jonathon drove a city bus
jeremy drove a truck
they wished for mona’s bright eyed smiles
but neither had much luck
mona had other prospects
on which she set her sights
she dreamed of a perfect gentleman
rich, handsome, young, and bright
why do i tell this story?
why should anyone care?
does a maiden not deserve a prince?
do the brave not deserve the fair?
how many times can a song be sung?
or a story be told?
it would seem to be forever
without ever getting old
jonathon thought of mona
with every turn of his wheel
jeremy thought of many things
but only mona was real
then one snowy winter eve
on a highway slick with ice
jeremy was thinking of mona
and how she was so nice
he lost his concentration
and kept his foot on the gas
as a bus approached from around the bend
with not enough room to pass
every year in the u s alone
thirty thousand souls are claimed
in crashes on roads and highways
many others are injured and maimed
it chanced to be poor jeremy’s turn
on this fateful night
when the highway patrol responded
they beheld a terrible sight
jonathon heard of jeremy’s fate
and exulted in his brain
fate had spoken
and its message could not be more plain
the way was now clear
for mona to be jonathon’s own
but when he tried to call her
she was not at home
nobody helped poor jonathon
when he tried to track mona down
was she broken hearted about jeremy
or just moved to another town?
was it just a coincidence she was gone?
jonathon thought not
everything in life had a purpose
this wisdom jonathon bought
he never knew the answer
as he dragged his life away
dreaming of a person he never knew
who would not give him the time of day
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