Friday

No Truckin' Way - A limericked spool on shortage of fuel



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.




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