She's rickety, an old yellow school bus no one knows how to fix
With loose, rattling seats
A freed bolt vibrating on the metal floor
Rattling loud and groaning, a teeth clenching ride
It's the prednisone in the gas that keeps her running
And even though she ain't what she used to be
She's my only means of transportation
so who is going to push when the pred. runs out?
Down the road I'm looking at an adrenal hybrid upgrade with regenerative braking(!) and a new coat of paint.
hybrid is definitely the only way
What a clever piece! Extremely evocative!
Hopefully it won’t be too long before you are writing about the old jalopy being fixed 😄.
Oh what a wonderful piece. So cogent, so sad, so.......True🦋
Please let us have more.
We Want More🐌
pigeon
Wonderful and oh so true.
What a lovely analogy! Thanks for sharing.
Big smile, just one thing - you are not on a lonely ride, we are all here with you. 😊
So true. Thank you and thanks to all the group - the support and knowledge sharing is wonderful. We are not alone.
You paint a perfect picture. I want to get off the bus!
Wonderful writing! Thank you
A great analogy, perhaps a remap ! 😂😂😂
Really enjoyed reading that. We're all in the queue for the hybrid (and, we're good at queue-ing in England!). Hang in there.
Stay off the bypass and use B roads, the A roads and bypass would need AA if you break down.
I love it. Thank you, Mutants
Think I've taken a double dose of pred
A Mother's Worst Nightmare 
