The tranny was slipping,
and the rear end wearily dipping.
The oil was black and probably low,
not to mention it's brakes were on the go.
Decisions decided, I thought I may,
limp it out on the road that day.
Duct tape applied to hold down the hood,
as I drove out to a man to trade in those goods.
...I was given the keys for a much better ride,
giving my stagger a great sense pride.
Until the very next day,
while making my way for a much brighter day.
I drove this car right over a tree,
and the bumper fell, but not fully free.
For miles away from places,
I began the walk for helpful faces.
Exhausted from miles of walking have took,
realizing now my new car was afoot.
Awesome! The old vehicles are better but harder on gas The newer car ride nicer but they haven't the class!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very nice i love it