Kenneth Fordham Poet Narrative

You Stripped My Gears and Left Me Shiftless

Driving down the highway,
90 miles an hour,
trying to get back to you,
so I could give you flowers.

The truck she was purring like a kitten,
sweet sounding as she could be.
Sometimes seems she knew,
we were headed home you see.

What a wonderful truck she is,
never to give me grief,
always ready in a flash,
to my great relief.

Then all of a sudden she starts a knocking,
heard a rattling as well,
and all I could think was
" what the h***".

Then she starts slowing,
no matter how I pushed her.
Next was a big ole' BANG,
and she says whoa mister.

"You stripped my gears and left me shiftless"
Now you gonna pay,
so don't come back knocking,
for a roll in the hay.

You ain't gonna get it,
ain't coming back to you.
So keep on trucking,
in your truck so blue.
      2008

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