The Old Car
There once was an old car that was quite spry,
It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh.
Its engine would wheeze
On the road, with such ease
Yet, if I now had such car, I would be pleased
Newer models are no match for a car of that batch
A real classic- though rusty-'neath the sky!
Copyright © Marguerite C. Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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