My First Car Poem by Rhonda Hiler

My first car-was bright orange and black,
it was a 1975 chevy pickup-with a short back
I was 18 and very proud of my chevy,
it was the coolest truck it could be.

It was a 8 cylinder-and sounded awesome
in mint condition-and boy did it run
Like a show truck-one of a kind,
sounded mighty -and it was mine.

Diamond tucked seats-custom gear shift
cruising down our main-thought we were swift
Wanting to race-I was feeling a rush.
he yelled-got a briggs a stratton to us

I stepped on the gas-the tires did spin
all I could think of -was I wanted to win
When I turned to see if I had won the race
I heard sirens and red lights were in my face