In Danger Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flat tire

Her figure was great
-supreme her dress.

He sat there in waiting
-Karate in action in a gym.

She had two children
-both in white uniform.

All puzzled…
-flat was her tire.

She walked right to the left
-went and came in reverse.

Three were troubled
-and amused was Armen.

"Can I help? " he approached
-looked and asked, a question.

The tire had a hole
-in the size of bullet
-not puncture with a nail
- "It must be my husband…"

"Can we call him for help? "
"Do you have brothers?

Door opened to her life
-is divorced, separate;
-and jealous is her Ex!

He needed some flesh
-stepped in, closer…

Next day his problem
-was exactly, the same!

"It must be her husband! "
-he said and was scared!