Tony Avila Sampson


Your Four Tires - Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

You have made me so very fierce,
So your car tires, I now will pierce;

To find you car then, yes I must
Tire by tire, my knife to thrust;

With an ice pick, should I swing,
From your tires, be some air leaking;

They may even give a 'hissssss',
All four tires, I will not miss;

Loudly can the tire blast,
Loss of air will be so fast;

A loud 'pop' might be the sound,
Quick, your rims will hit the ground;

And each tire I give a blow,
Will make the sound of air letting go;

May even give 'em a second slice,
Cause you'll be paying the replacement price;

Them four tires, I can so easily stick,
And you won't catch me, I'll do it quick;

It's your four tires that I plan to poke,
And I want you to know this is no joke.


Comments about Your Four Tires by Tony Avila Sampson

  • (8/11/2005 5:58:00 AM)


    This is very funny. The subject matter is certainly original. I like how it has fun with the banality of forced rhyming. The poem seems to admit that ryhming is dumb and yet goes ahead and does it anyway, searching for every possible couplet to say basically the same thing. Rhyming seems to work best with comedy. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 11, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 18, 2010


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