Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Limerick

Gas Pains

I used to fill my tank for a dollar

   Now, paying forty bucks makes me holler

      I need a loan from the bank

         Just to fill my thirsty tank

            If this continues I'll live in squalor

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Gershon Wolf May 26, 2021 at 8:37 PM Heh, heh! Try using baked bean juice. I hear that you can go putt-putt for over 20 miles on the stuff. ~ Mr. Bean!

L Milton Hankins May 18, 2021 at 8:51 PM True enough, Robert. Makes me shudder, but I remember the Carter days, too.

Daniel Turner May 18, 2021 at 2:40 PM I hear you Bob. I fear we ain't seen nuthin' yet! The senior citizens that were not killed by covid are now going to be starved to death, as prices continue to climb, they get no relief.

Alexis Y. May 18, 2021 at 2:28 PM Lol! Robert, We all are experiencing gas pains! I enjoyed the read. Have a great day:-) Alexis

Tom Cunningham May 18, 2021 at 1:33 PM Lol, Good one Robert, time for shanks pony. Tom Robert L. Hinshaw May 18, 2021 at 2:04 PM Thank you, Tom. I'd prefer shanks pony to the electric cars they are trying to dump on us - they couldn't give me one of those things! Take Good care