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Two-Gear Gal

Got two gears
Speedy and Gonzonked
Today feels orange, time to
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNthunk

Mind did a hit and run
Curse, put ‘er in reverse
Survey the carnage
which looks like me

Time to drive
to the station
and on my knees
confess, I guess

But then this lass
Runs out of gas and
smack into my barcalounger
Time to
f
a
a
a
a
d
e
.
.
.

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads pays homage to the poet Billy Collins (for more on him, click HERE). He often uses humor to mask the deeper meaning. Can you guess my vehicle in the poem above? Also for NaPrWriMo (two #13s today), and appearing in the side margin of my favorite rumble seat, Poets United – proud to be a member!

Posted by Sharp Little Pencil in POETRY Tags: Accidents, Gears. cars, Mental Illness, Moods, NaPoWriMo, Poets United, Real Toads, rev it up