Jalopy Poem by Julie Schleppegrell

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.