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A Truck Tragedy
Truck's Life
by Wils
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Rusted and crusted
Decrepit and busted
I sit on the side of the road
Tyres flat, out of air
Some kid’s taken my spare
I’ll no longer shift a large load
Bare under the hood
Where my engine once stood
It purred like a kitten at play
Now left defenseless
I think it is senseless
As here on the roadside I stay
All of my stories
Of old trucking glories
I’ve told to young trucks starting out
Of miles I’ve travelled+
Roads of dust unraveled
Young truck minds are left with some clout
One piece of advice
That I say to them twice
Is “Know when to say that will be”
You’ll retire with thanks
Some gas left in your tanks
Not end up a rust truck like me
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Writing Prompt |
Write a poem, true or fictional, about a pick-up-truck. Use your imagination.
Must rhyme, length up to author.
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