Eli’s son and I are engagiing in an impromptu unofficial Poetry Slam.

Well, it’s not about winning but about playing, really, Eli’s son is the least confrontational and nicest tempered guy I know, if he does have a thing for colanders.

Anyway, here’s the first entry in the necxt round, a limerick involving tires. (or Tyres, if you’re FROM limerick)

A half bareassed ricer from Queens
riding 235/35 18’s
said “I don’t give a fuck
if it rides like a truck
but the speedbumps are tearing my jeans”