My daughter


Driving Along

She was driving
along so nicely
No humps or bumps
or naught
When she spotted
a tire rolling
quickly by her
"Someone lost a tire"
She giggled at
that quick thought

Then suddenly she
yelped, "Oh Mighty Mo!"
(It's funny how things are)
Cause that happily
escaping tire, she found-
Belonged on her
...dearly beloved car!




Poetry by Helen Paquin
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Written on 2017-04-12 at 15:29

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is sweet, and rhythm rolls along on four good tires.
2017-04-15