Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

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.

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Elizabeth Wesley December 26, 2011 at 8:26 PM Can't get much worse having that happen on a busy highway. Have a memory to prove it. You sound as exasperated as I felt! :)

Ilene Bauer December 26, 2011 at 4:37 PM i think all drivers can relate to this one! nicely rhymed and a pleasure to read!

Wilma Neels December 25, 2011 at 10:59 PM This had me smiling Robert, not because of your dilemma but for the wit in which you relay your trauma.. I enjoyed this ;) Wilma