The Tired Tire

The Tired Tire

Round and round and round I go

I seem to never stop

“I want to rest. I want to sleep.

Maybe I’ll just POP!”

“Have you ever wondered,”

The fat black tire said,

“That you might feel just like I do

Spinning on YOUR head?”

“And then today I found out,

A thought I just can’t bare,

In the trunk’s a guy like me

Who’s Riding Every Where!

I’m getting old and bald now

My tread’s as thin as it can be

Can I soon go out to pasture?

Or will they just “Re-Tire” me?


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