Clutching Poem by shimon weinroth

The car had a stroke,
A mecanical hemmorage
Fainted in the middle
Of the highway road

At prime time on the Castel
The highest summit to Jerusalem
What a way to go
A six lane road

And my beloved lying there
Gasping for help
No whirring, no stirring
No amount of urging would induce

Flogging inhuman and nerves never help
Blow the bugles call out the cavalry
Mount the cellular phones
SOS, save the driver save the day!