Tin Can Roll Poem by Ima Ryma

It was one bit of real good luck,
That this here tin can fell upon -
Fallin' out of that garbage truck,
Free at last to keep rollin' on.
Oopsy, here comes a pesky dog.
He's raisin' up his leg. Oh no!
I can feel my travelogue
Has just been dampened by Fido.
After the mutt, a kid comes by.
She gives me one hell of a boot -
Sailin', bouncin', rollin', my my -
All the way onto a main route.

My roll on days are history.
A semi just rolled over me.