When the wheel’s popped off the rod,
And the car’s screeching down the hill,
You better hope for some soft sod,
Because the end of the ride will be no thrill.
Someone checked the axle, confirmed with a nod,
That guy ought to be fired–swallow the bitter pill.
You may say the error was for him just odd,
But his salary should be quickly set to nil.
To keep the record going will not fill the till,
A new staff and driver is needed for the hot rod.
But, for now, we’ll have to live with nary a frill.
Until then, we’ll be led by the people of the pod.