Morning Drive

A poem for the "The Writer's Cramp"  3/19/08 using prompts: a flower, a loud noise, a baby rabbit, and a hubcap from a '61 Buick.

Bang! Went the tire, and the hubcap flew high.
The baby rabbit jumped when the tire whizzed by,
and lopped off the head of the tulip nearby.
The Buick '61 swerved left to the surprise
of the girl in the coupe headed toward the sunrise.

Both the cars stopped in the spring morning sun
to see what had happened and what should be done.
He was shaken up and she was nearly undone,
But they talked for a while and time truly flew.
By the time the tow arrived they'd forged a love true.