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?