September 9, 2019
Then, a trip to Venz Repair
brought four sprockets to bear.
Now for the enigma: a sprocket stigma
when Davey H got to his lair.
Four sprockets splayed out on the seat atop an old t-shirt; don’t rock it – the sprockets intact and complete aside from a little t-dirt.
Now, before this summer
expires, his non Hummer®
will have badly bald tires.
Many times you may hear him blubber:
“I get maximum life out of all my rubber.”
So meander and pull, front end. . .
With the steering wheel to tend!
Clickety-clack around each bend
with not another nickel to spend