A LIMERICK THAT EVEN CURTIS MAYFIELD WOULD ENJOY - EXCEPT FOR THE INCONVENIENT FACT THAT HE’S NO LONGER AMONG THE LIVING

A dimwitted driver named Fred
Drove on tires with inadequate tread.
On I-72
The right rear one blew
And now whaddaya know?  Freddy’s dead.

[A limerick about tires: the latest volley in the unofficial Poetry Slam between me and Og. Now, what verse form and topic should we shit all over next?]