Flat Tire Poems - Poems about Flat Tire

The swish of some passing cars unnerving me still With the rapid clack of my windshield wipers, When, suddenly, I felt a most unwanted chill Like the rapid hiss of a hundred captured vipers. And I knew, at the worst time possible, my tire Right front, passenger side, was now a crumble, Just when my AAA card was about to expire, So,...

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I was rolling along just fine, thank you until I came across you Like a nail in the road, you poked a vicious hole in my heart, and I went flat And it was a rough ride for a while there and noisy, too- ka-WHUMP ka-WHUMP ka-WHUMP my heart pathetically loped along hoping you would return to fill the hole you’d made But now, it’s through, I’m over you I have...

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True add verse situation, whereat me mission trans send dint state didst ache after yours truly nearly did nearly break chassis 'pon took drastic over corrective measure, not quite August, nor jejune...

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i had a flat tire drove it all the way from home lived ten miles away 5/20/18 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. Copyright © 2018...

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Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear While on the corner of the street I adhered A injured open wounded possum peers Running back and forth so unclear A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer Of which my blow out seemed so severe It's the dead of night it's a...

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In my urban habitat, On a bridge’s ramp, Heard a noise like rat-a-tat, Giving me a cramp. Taxi driver passed my way, Pointing to my wheel; Couldn’t hear, with traffic’s fray, What miles would soon reveal. Soon I felt familiar thumps – Oh no! My tire is flat! Riding over highway bumps Tempts rubber to go splat. Slowly rolled to a garage Where they made a switch. Gratitude...

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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...

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A flat tire can be like life sometimes, when it is on the down side Like a glass of water, is it half full or half...

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i drove down through the parking lot to take in the art the act the crime a sliced tire during a movie i expected anger madness rage i expected my own emotions to seep out of their bones i expected curses maybe even a tear i expected murder but what i got was nothing he was leaned up against all that junk a heap of machine and he held her in his arms warm like icicles melting she had long...

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