Poem of the day

The screw on the road to Culmington, with lady luck did conspire

To fiercely pierce our recent fortune, by puncturing my tyre.
Call it a sympathy accident, a technical hitch or a blip,
Perhaps the car towards the bikes, has puncture one-upmanship

On a 3 mile walk to the place of repairs,
I headed fast paced and slightly scared
To be faced with “I’ll drive down and take you there’
From the mechanic who replaced the tyre with the spare on hearing my unlikely news,
And seeing the evident difficulties with walking in canvas shoes

Spare tyre intact, mechanical Jack said I’d need to buy another,
Because the space saver spare, should be handled with care,
Then I remembered advice from my mother:
‘In times of stress, when tyres depress, just act the damsel in distress’
Which didn’t seem to greatly impress the first or second garage.

Undeterred I tried a third, acting dumb and like I’d not got a clue
I shouted ‘help I’m a lady, my tyre went bang and I’m in serious need of a rescue!’

Responding to my damsel calls, and saying ‘no worries we’ll fix it!’
2 rugged men in overalls, came and offered me a biscuit
In not long at all, my spangly new tyre had lifted the terrible curse
And I found myself lagging behind the lads, with a substantially lighter purse.