Poem
My relative’s house sits high
to remain dry.
My car sits low
to all I show.
It can’t drive up that hill,
for its undercarriage it’ll kill.
Sam’s Poetry Corner Thursday for May 22 2025
This isn’t my car; just an illustration.
Sam’s Poetry Corner Thursday May 22 2025
Thanks for joining Sammy’s Poetry Corner with that great little poem for this past week’s WEIRD driveway photo. It was begging for some good poetry wasn’t it! Feel free to visit again next Thursday or any other day (except Tuesday and Wednesday which are our days off).
Hugs, Teddy and Pam