Here’s a lighthearted poem about that loud truck moment:
"The Roaring Beast on Wheels"
I sat in peace, the world was still,
A breeze, a bird, a windowsill.
Then came a sound—a monstrous yell,
Like thunder tripped and rang the bell.
A truck rolled by, all chrome and pride,
Its engine growled, its tires wide.
It didn’t just pass—it made a scene,
Like it was auditioning for a movie screen.
The birds took flight, my coffee shook,
My thoughts ran off to hide in a nook.
And as it vanished down the street,
I swear the ground still tapped a beat.
So here’s to trucks with voices loud,
Who rumble by, all bold and proud.
They may not whisper, glide, or sneak—
But boy, they sure know how to speak!
Want to turn this into a song or add a funny illustration to go with it?
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