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:EmailTwitterFacebookRedditPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by John Worne View all posts by John Worne