i was buying oil and filter
i was looking, looking around
i can't find the auto helper
i ask the man at the counter
he said ' turn right and look up'
i did but i'm not gifted with luck
a lady noticed my dilemma
i guess she doesn't want to
embarrass me, she ask my car
i said 'oh! six, four banger'
covered her lips, taps her finger
'you need special oil for that, sir'
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