under pressured
A tongue-in-cheek piece about fixing my front tire.
under pressured
by susan
© 2022
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under pressured
if a tire were a sentence
things would be all good
i could fix it in a flash
no need for touching wood
my specialty is words you see
i know just how they work
but motorcycles? not so much
they make me go berserk
i get geared up and check my tires
that’s when things get twisted
the front one has gone flat you see
some aides must be enlisted
riders ever helpful
have tons of tips to share
it’s obvious to one and all
that i’m mechanically impaired
“is the valve in working order?
perhaps you should reset?
get a tool that’s purpose built
to do the trick – you bet!”
i know nothing about wrenches
or nuts and bolts and screws
so don’t expect me dahhling
to change an inner tube
was it pinched or punctured?
how am i to know?
the only thing that’s certain
is country roading i must go
more advice is in the pipes
all around me is support
together we will find a way
this problem we will sort!
drench the parts in soapy water
listen to them hiss,
watch for bubbles here and there
give the rubber bits a kiss
clearly skilled technicians
are the ones you want to please
for she or he or they
might repair the ills with ease
if only they had slots to spare
i could be out sunning
but sadly there’s a slew of rides
that also are not running
everything (but my tire it seems)
is under pressure so they say –
how to get the air back in
so the fox and i can play?
© 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.
