Ice under snow

Truck stuck what the f luck my neighbors pushed I steered said truck fishtailed we inched it creeped I want to weep they rocked shoulders blocked the rusted metal it came unstuck and off to work we go.

Writing 201:Poetry-Prompt Drawer, Form Ode, Device Apostrophe

Note:This is a payday candybar poem. Chunky, salty sweet but has protein in it. It can't be that bad. Day 8 Prompt Drawer Form Ode Device Apostrophe I owed my class an Ode upon which my back is permanently bowed My poetry drawer swollen shut is in a terrible rut no words, no poems, no…