The
Sun
In
New
Mexico
Tends
To
Dry
Rot
Tires
On
The
Classic
Car
I’ve
Got.
It
Rolls
On
Four
Costly
Pirelli’s
The
Desert
Slowly
Converts
To
Jelly.
It’s
A
Tricky
Fix,
Navigating
On
Wheels
Reduced
To
Pancake
Mix,
And
Can
Ruin
The
Day
If
I’m
Speeding
On
Down
The
Highway.
It
Takes
Cash,
But
I won’t
Risk
A
Crash,
That
Would
Be
Wrong.
So
Long,
I’m
Off
To
The
Tire
Store
To
Buy
Some
More.