1953 Buick Special by Ted Sheridan

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1953 Buick Special

I was admiring the clean car this morning before it rained
With my newspaper in hand I paused momentarily to notice its beauty
My wife had cleaned it from vinyl top to rubber bottom
The windows were spotless and the upholstery was polished
I even thought I heard the leather inside say “Thank the wife”…
Its grille was shiny and bright with the precision of a dentist
As I was returning to the house I was thinking about going for a drive
My wife appeared at the front door in her nightgown....
There is just something special about a clean car and those hood ornaments

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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T McH almost Sloblock (10/12/2007 12:13:00 AM)
YOUR WIFE CLEANS THE CAR! ! ! ! ! Hell, I'm hoping a certain someone doesn't read this. Now, I'm just off to admire my new shoes from all angles..... :) t x

Firoze Shakir Bollywoods Most Wanted Poet Of India (10/10/2007 11:56:00 AM)
My wife appeared at the front door in her nightgown....
There is just something special about a clean car and hood ornaments

your sense of timing you sense of pause s unique..10

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