Beauty and the beast
My newish Subaru
has a drinking problem.
It swills coolant
And then, feverishly,
pukes it back up.
The ’83 Toyota pickup
shakes its greasy cylinder head
in disgust
at this stationary wagon
with its heated seats and power everything
and like Old Man River
just keeps rolling along.
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Humpty on November 29th, 2007 1:45 pm
That was great….can I have the last 30 seconds of my life back?
Opus the Poet on November 30th, 2007 4:11 pm
I give it a 5. Out of 10. Good storyline, and use of metaphore, but weak on meter and rhyme.
Opus