Grimbeau

By Grimbeau

“Your universal joint’s gone west,

its serious,

I’ll do my best.”

He frowned.

The tension was killing me

so I kicked it off

hard in the nuts.

It bolted.

You could not see its heels for dust.

“I’ve cracked it!”

exalted the wheelwright

straightening up.

“You had pre-stressed oil:

now you ain’t.”

I danced with joy,

it started raining.

The rain dance

is the only

dance I know.