Life, Odysseus, PoetryFlat Tyre A flat tyre Raises family ire Can’t you fix it? I don’t know. Bloody modern motors No spare wheel. A dig in the foot well Reveals A poxy pump And a bottle of goo Which has to do And they call this progress. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Published by John Worne View all posts by John Worne