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: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Published by John Worne View all posts by John Worne