The temperature one day
Was hot for a day in late May…
My car’s insides
Were fit to be fried,
With the windows rolled up all day.
Drove off in the afternoon
To work near a greasy spoon…
Took no time to check
My soda can “tech.”
But put a warm one in the holder for “soon.”
I heard a loud POP, then…BANG,
Hot Moxie* soda outward sprang…
The can sudd’nly burst
To the ceiling (the worst),
For minutes more, my ears rang.
It splattered onto the windshield,
And on the “tranny” hump congealed…
Just one tiny spot
My white work shirt got,
But survival was what most appealed!
Nearly tore the can apart,
But I didn’t have the heart
To waste elixir,
After all that occurred…
So I drank up the remaining part.
*MOXIE is a regional soda with a following in New England, parts of the North East, Florida, Pennsylvania and California—at least that is where most of its fans reside!