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.
Julie Schleppegrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jalopy/
