You never know, it may be hiding in your drink, does the noise of those ice cubes make you think? Or could it be sleaziness in your car, and you wonder why the tyranny made Granny cry?
I’m the Clink himself, not Murphy Law, but with big trouble, I know how to score, want to learn more? I love to play with your Credit Cards, is yours on the brink, I foiled the last try, so you couldn’t fix the kitchen sink, don’t blink yet, don’t you have to bring your precious pet to the Vet?
I’m like those guys who hang out on Airplane wings, you know, they who remove a screw or bolt, when an old Lady saw me from the window, she did suffer a big jolt, nothing like them to put a scare while you are in the air, makes future Flights hard to bear!
Got to go now, I found a big engine housed in a Mack truck, when I get through with it, it’s gears will be just a bunch of Muck!
I love your humorous poems Ken they never fail to bring a smile to my face and you always choose such Ingenious subjects. I really wish that I had a nomination vote left. I hope someone else has one because this definitely should be nominated. Well done on another corner. Best wishes Milly x
Thanks Milly for your kind thoughts and words! I love to put a smile on faces with silly poems that do have real life situations, any car owners hates to hear any clinking from the tyranny or motor for sure.
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