A Flat Tire

Nothing ignites my temper’s fire, better than getting a flat tire. Yes, it is an annoying episode, when it stops my progress on the road. I pull over to the shoulder on the side. Out comes that little black doughnut that I hide. I prop up the jack by slowly turning the crank. This vehicle of mine is as heavy as a tank. The lugs come loose, and I pull off the flat. Other people whiz by me where I am at. My hands become black covered with soot and dirt. Consider me lucky if I do not get hurt. One more factor becomes a miserable pain. That is when I change the tire in the rain.