Best Man
BEST MAN
He feels his situation could be dire
On the hard shoulder, stands aghast
A shiny black Mercedes flashes past
At that speed, the fuel will not last
But then he turns back to his flat tyre
He’ll miss the wedding, not the fallout
With a trunk full of luggage to extract
To then find he has no spare, in fact
Just one more item he knew he lacked
Nor membership for breakdown callout
The advice is to remain with the car
Not seated inside, but standing apart
And now he senses the rain will start
A miserable feeling deep in his heart
A day with performance well below par
His phone has no signal at this location
And now he is getting cold and wet
Another thing he feared he’d forget
Is the ring, and bride he’d not yet met
And with no prospect of reparation
A police car pulled up just behind
They heard his dilemma and radioed in
Arranged for a tow and repairs to begin
Then got him to church top rescue a win
A debt he owed when brought to mind
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2022
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