In the midst of a journey, one fine day, A flat tire struck, much to my dismay. The sun shone bright, not a cloud in sight, Yet the rubber beast had lost its fight. With a hiss and a sigh, it surrendered its air, The wheel now deflated, a sight most rare. I pulled to the side, not a moment too soon, My car now crippled, like a burst balloon. The pavement called out, mocking my fate, As I rummaged for tools, my hands did shake. The jack and the wrench, my trusty old friends, Would aid me in mending this untimely end. I huffed and I puffed, with sweat on my brow, Lifting the car, I wondered just how. The lug nuts released, the old tire now free, I sighed with relief, as the new one would be. The spare took its place, a snug fit indeed, I tightened the nuts with deliberate speed. A task now complete, I wiped off my face, And stood back to admire, with a satisfied grace. With one last look, I left the scene, My journey continued, now slightly serene. For though flat tires may come, and the