No Truckin' Way
A limericked spool on
shortage of fuel
I think I was hit by a truck.
My every bone, smashed and stuck.
O’er night, in my bed,
He crashed through my head.
Or maybe I’ve just run amok.
I’m starting a traffic campaign.
No more has the trucker free rein.
When it comes to sleep,
No bump and no beep.
A pillow’s a no-passing lane.
c2013 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Night
Truck by WallyIr - MorgueFile
Thanks to Mad
Kane Humor Blog for the limerick prompt.
