When I bent and reached there down, <br /> <br />The tire made a hissing sound; <br /> <br /> <br />I made a puncture with each blow, <br /> <br />Released the air and let it flow; <br /> <br /> <br />Now look who got that simple gift, <br /> <br />Some flat tires, did so swift; <br /> <br /> <br />See the car I'm standing near? <br /> <br />Has whistling tires that I hear!<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whistling-tires/
