The saddest tale I have to tell –
I know that you will cry as well,
About my battery going flat,
And how upset I was at that.
And then, next day, the second car:
When tried to start it, no cigar!
The battery there completely dead,
And so I sat at home, instead.
Today, I started down the street
When flapping sound my ears did greet;
A tyre had taken on a whim
To let the air out through the rim.
The batteries charged, a tyre repair,
But still I feel a deep despair,
So dirge in C I’ve written; that’s
‘Cause key of C has got three flats!
© Colonialist August 2012 (WordPress/Letterdash)