In a rubber kingdom where tread patterns dance,
Tires, round monarchs, in a wild tire trance.
They rolled through dreams on asphalt lanes,
In rubbery realms where chaos reigns.
Oh, the tire, a whispering muse,
On wheels of wonder, they would cruise.
Beneath the moon, a rubbery sea,
Tires spun tales of lunacy.
In the rubber forests, where sidewalls sang,
Tires with wings began to sprang.
Up, up they soared, in flights absurd,
Cacophony of treadmarks, unheard.
On highways of the mind, illusions unfurled,
Tires transcending in a rubbery world.
Racing thoughts on sizzling asphalt,
Dreams collided in a tire somersault.
Tires spoke in tongues of neon glow,
Insanity weaving a treadmark show.
Round and round, a sidewall's delight,
In the carnival of chaos, they took flight.
Loose lug nuts clinked in a rhythmic trance,
As tires embraced a wild tire dance.
Rubber kingdoms twirled and spun,
A tire's journey had just begun.
In the madness of the tread, the rubbery storm,
Tires birthed lightning in a tire-born swarm.
Insanity's rubber, a tire's sweet curse,
A symphony of chaos in a tireverse.
And as the moon kissed the rubbery night,
Tires spun tales of sheer delight.
In the tire's world, where madness thrives,
They rolled on, in the echoes of tire lives.
