Cars - Hot Rods Or Rat Rods Poem by Paul Warren

Cars - Hot Rods Or Rat Rods



I can't get into rat rods I can say
They don't do a thing for me anyway
The rust and the industrial look
Looks like it should roost a chook

I like to see chopped cars that are nice
With the old style and each modern device
I like to think that even as they ride
In chrome and polish no exception to hide

And a red toffee colour sets it off well
Spit and polish will for me excell.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Saturday, March 4, 2017
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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