The Death of the Thump

Driving home from church last night,
I heard a horrid sound
produced by my front left wheel
as it pounded against the ground.
All my troubles began in full
when I changed a flattened tire.
My failure to tighten the lugnuts well
would result in consquences dire.
Slowly, surely, the nuts came loose,
and repeatedly them I tightened.
When this action failed to help,
I became rather frightened.
So, frantically driving home last night
(my brother in the passenger seat),
we turned into my neighborhood.
Soon, the Thump its end would meet.
Left over right, left over right,
to the right I turned the wheel.
Suddenly, the car lept upward
and the force of the ground I could feel.
The tire flew into the grass;
the car's speed was nil.
Startled and stunned by the impact,
I parked the car on the hill.
As the tow truck pulled my damaged Camry
out of my neighborhood,
I felt great satisfaction in knowing
that the Thump was dead for good.

Ah, the Poetics.