Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Cars, Now, Suck. - Poem by Michael Gale

Old classic cars...
Are the real stars.

With tail fins pointed all...
Those buggies were built well and would not stall.

Round lines, all in all...
Made their owners feel proud and tall.

Their bodies had metal that might just rust...
Today's cars, are the fiber glass ones, that we don't trust.

50's and 60's models would run and purr...
Of this fact, I am positively, sure.

Colors were, real bright, and clean...
Those engines could run, fast and mean.

Where are the classics? ...
Now-a-days, they're all made of parts that are, cheap made, plastics.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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