Trifles

[RichardL]

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to own beezers.
They'll spend nights in garages, while working out bodges,
'til daylight creeps under the door.

Or, Haiku:

my A10 is sick
I cry help no one to hear
empty highway calls

[a10gf]

 

Slight rewrite of a Rabindranath Tagore poem:

I am a prisoner in my own shed and the doors are shut,
my heart ever planning to ride the BSA.
Now, by my broken engine, I sit still in the dark waiting for parts.

[RichardL]

  Excellent

[Mark Parker]

Beautiful poem.