The Nerve of the Curve

This title came to me when I was thinking about curves and tires.

The nerve of the curve swerved into oblivion,
When the tires ran over the median. We hung on
For years to release our fears. Whatever happened,
We were all dampened from tears.

The clouds in the sky made us all proud; they kept us
Away from most of the crowd. The nerve of the curve
Would Cause the rain to come down; we were all happy,
And there was hardly a frown.

The nerve of the curve caused us to sway; we were out
On the dance floor without delay. The music was
Pretty until it was fritty; the nerve of the curve made it
Seem gritty.

Gossiping about the blurb, the people could not believe
It circled about with hardly a shout. It became silent
Throughout the day when the story about the tires blew
Out.

It began with a walk, then they got the nerve of the
Curve to talk. They began singing some very hard
Rock, before they began to go out of stock.

The nerve of the curve can hardly be trusted. Taken
The time to serve your best, it was now time to ride in
The van.


Written by Anna Marie Carlson
Monday, August 5, 2019