Two Spare Tires
Holidays can put a lot of miles
on the gastronomical tread ...
That last slice of cake
will have you wobbling to bed
So you better hope you’re at home,
and not somewhere else instead
Because now you’re starting to feel faint,
too much turkey is giving you the meat sweats
You’re hearing sounds from Thanksgivings past,
those plump birds are cackling at you in jest:
Hula hoop
Jiggle, jiggle
Jelly, jelly
You got a spare tire
around your belly
Chicken coop
Wiggle, wiggle
Yummy, yummy
You got a spare tire
for a tummy
Kick, kick the ball
Roll it down the hall
Hit the bottom bunk
You got a spare tire
in your trunk
Skip, skip the rope fast
Don’t jump, jump slow
Silly grin ear to ear
You got a spare tire
in the rear
Then the Missus shakes and wake you
out of your childhood dream stupor
She tells you to get your coat, it’s time to go;
the car is warming up, and she’s ready to roll
In the sleigh car, you both quickly jump in
Gotta move thru the snow, ice and wind
But the car hits a frozen bump, and a tire goes flat
And the Missus tells you there’s a spare in the back
Now so warm, you don’t wanna step into the cold
Clinging to the heat inside, you don’t wanna let go
You know the Missus knows you’re just stalling for time,
so you tap her behind, and say: Which spare, yours or mine?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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