You have made me so very fierce, <br />So your car tires, I now will pierce; <br /> <br />To find you car then, yes I must <br />Tire by tire, my knife to thrust; <br /> <br />With an ice pick, should I swing, <br />From your tires, be some air leaking; <br /> <br />They may even give a 'hissssss', <br />All four tires, I will not miss; <br /> <br />Loudly can the tire blast, <br />Loss of air will be so fast; <br /> <br />A loud 'pop' might be the sound, <br />Quick, your rims will hit the ground; <br /> <br />And each tire I give a blow, <br />Will make the sound of air letting go; <br /> <br />May even give 'em a second slice, <br />Cause you'll be paying the replacement price; <br /> <br />Them four tires, I can so easily stick, <br />And you won't catch me, I'll do it quick; <br /> <br />It's your four tires that I plan to poke, <br />And I want you to know this is no joke.<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-four-tires/
