The Car
The car went flying 'round the bend.I drove up on the curve and then
It stopped
But just in time.
'I put the pin in it.'
He said about the tire on the wheel.
My ex, he did admit
That he could not like it a bit.
And he had taken the pin from
Where it should have been.
'I wanted you depending on me for a ride.'
he said.
He couldn't handle that I'd left.
I couldn't budge; my feet were lead.
I got another car
And it did not go so very far.
Sugar and bleach were in the gas tank.
Car was good.
My ex was rank.
And then we went around again.
I took him back.
My feet were in
Another block of cement.
8-20-09
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.