#933139 added April 20, 2018 at 9:22am Restrictions: None
False Alarm
False Alarm
I can't hold it as I drive my truck.
The station lights promise respite.
"Out of order!" Just my luck.
It's too late. I can't quit.
Looks like I am stuck.
I sneak out back
in the grass
and pass ...
gas!
An entry for the April 20th round of "The Daily Poem"
Prompt: Write a poem about something going wrong!
Poetry Form: Nonet
Line Count: 9
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