Oh My Car

My car my car it will not go,
I think its time to part.
To chuck the signs that say on Tow,
And buy 1 that will start.

I turn the key yet there’s no life,
It really is a pain.
I need a car that has no strife,
This 1 drives me in sane.

I think I'll get a smallish 1,
The type that needs no wind.
So when the lights change i am Gone,
To leave the rest behind.

I like the type of car that’s fast,
The one's that race about.
So foot down yeah & don't come last,
Show them there’s no doubt.

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poem by Carl Johnson
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