I took some dishes in a box
to the back seat of the car
Out of sight, out of mind
It always worked thus far.

The seat is very cluttered 
with things to give away
Sometimes I need to wait awhile
Or, just another day

Then, while driving down the road
I hit a large pot hole
Those dishes didn’t care for that
And Boy! They let me know…

“Clatter Clatter Clatter Clatter
Clatter Clatter Plop!
Chatter Chatter Bang Bang
Chatter Chatter Stop!
Let us out – let us out
We mean you no harm
Unleash us from this prison
We will all get along”

Their tones were very nasty
Almost like a dare
Sounding like novelity wind-up teeth
One can win at a fair

What if they were vicious
and made a jump for me?
Chewed alive by dishes
No chance my case to plea

When I regained composure
I looked into the back
dishes stacked so neatly
and not a one was cracked

Decided then to drive back home
This was not the time
To let go back seat treasures
Another day, a different rhyme.