Adventure . . . umm . . . Calling?

Sometime, I’d like to take a trip,

To parts mysterious and deep,

‘Cross vast and strange new lands, I’d skip,

While tooling in my trusty jeep.

Taking everything in stride,

No mayhem, monsters, storms or signs

Would startle me or turn the tide,

From exploration I’d designed.

I’d walk on lands both near and far,

And check out strains indigenous,

No fears or qualms of things bizarre.

No misgivings to discuss.

I’d leave my plastic world behind,

And print my own exciting map,

Feeling free and unconfined,

Adventures falling in my lap.

I’d learn the jargon: trudge, poop deck,

Adventure, survey, navigate,

Tramp, spelunk and cruise and trek,

Ramble, hike, triangulate.

I’d do all this, and without fear,

Though something dims my zeal somewhat,

To see those worlds both far and near,

I’d have to get up off my butt.

P.S. This poem is courtesy of Delores' Wednesday Word challenge.

Oh, Delores! My Delores! What fun you give to everyone!

This week's words: 

print, mayhem, indigenous, plastic, jeep, triangle.