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Mar 2014
Right.
So I did my ankle in on Friday.
****.
Thought I'd see how I was to drive by nipping to work and back.
Ok. So far so good.
The tyre pops.
****.
But I get there.
Ok - it's cool - change the tyre:
Spare wheel? Check
Jack? Check
Security socket? Check
Tyre iron? No.
No?!
****.
So.
Now stranded outside work with a buggered ankle, a popped tyre and without a very important tool to change the wheel.
And for some reason nobody else seems to keep that vital piece of equipment in their boot either.
****.
Anyway.
As Lady Luck would have it (in her mysterious way), a chance encounter ended with a lift home.
WOOHOOO!
I will return tomorrow fully prepared.
With luck I won't get a ticket sitting on a double yellow all night.
Hold on.
Luck?
Luck?!
What?!

Dear Lady Luck,
Make up your mind.
Please.
Yours,
Joe Haydon
Joe Haydon
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Joe Haydon  Newcastle, England
(Newcastle, England)   
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