That Ol' Dumb-Ass Feeling

I loaded my gelding,
in the old four by four,
our days work is done,
down the mountain we roar.

When under the truck,
there arose such a clatter,
I skid to a halt,
to see what was the matter.

And what to my wondering
eyes should be found,
but the drive shaft, a laying,
right there on the ground.

The U-joint is busted,
much to my dismay,
a fifteen mile ride home,
kind of stretched out the day.

When I got back to the ranch
I sure felt like a jerk,
when young Darryl asked,
"wouldn't the front wheel drive work?"

Mike Puhallo