A Flat Tire
Fast tires
Are pretty standard
Like giving birth
Don't lose ground
Jack up the car
After you loosen the bolts
Didn't account for one that was stripped
New tires
Walked 10 MI to get help
Found a ride
To the workman with power tools
He came to rescue us
It took 10 mins
And 60$ later
We made it home on a donut
We arrived driving 50 mph the whole way.
Are pretty standard
Like giving birth
Don't lose ground
Jack up the car
After you loosen the bolts
Didn't account for one that was stripped
New tires
Walked 10 MI to get help
Found a ride
To the workman with power tools
He came to rescue us
It took 10 mins
And 60$ later
We made it home on a donut
We arrived driving 50 mph the whole way.
Share This Poem
TweetThis Poems Story
We had a flat tire on a country dirt road
Public Collections Containing This Poem
Other Poems By This Author
-
The bird
PoetLisa Solinga
-
Costume, Heart, Emperor
PoetLisa Solinga
Delete Comment
User:
Comment: