| THIS OLD CAR
With this old car, I've been through it all,
Through rain, sleet, snow, spring, summer and fall,
Until the day, the day the motor died.
It started with a 'click'
Loud as a pin drop
That went unnoticed
As I lowered the top.
With the wind in my hair
Thought I heard a 'thud',
Looked back to see a
Poor squirrel in the mud.
Next day was a hot one
So I went to the beach.
I swam in the water,
Met a girl by the sea.
She was the finest
But that's beside the point,
On the trip back home
We both heard a 'floink'.
I pulled off the road,
The rad boiled over
Leaving a trail of water
By a patch of lush clover.
I let the car cool
For a minute or two,
Then started it up,
'Bang', a piston blew.
We hitchhiked on home
With a trucker named Rick
And now I've one less car
But up one more chick!
With this old car, I've been through it all,
Through rain, sleet, snow, spring, summer and fall,
Until the day, the day the motor died.
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Composition
Emotion