Best Toyota Poems

In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them...

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Advertising triolet poem with narrative:


 Toyota Revo
(triolet)

A four-wheel drive,even purchased as second-hand
Still runs smoothly and safe, never trundles around
With its superlative engine, mileage is grand
A...

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Terry, as I called him, was ten years old when I bought him
No power steering, that, I could handle
No air conditioning, now that was a...

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A UFO went to land in Dakota
But the brakes didn't work one iota.
        It didn't take long
 ...

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CAR   COURT


Enter,   the older   heavyweight  steel  giant,
The bailiff,  a   1954 Hudson,  reads unhesitant...

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The glide of the plane almost in step with my rooftop.
Visibility of blue heaven low; lookout for earthwalkers.
My bland Toyota euphoric and banded by tight...

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The Pain of Drought

By

Kevin L Fairbrother



The road trains full of emancipated cattle roar by

Heading south to somewhere that is lush and green

For the big dry...

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My love cars





My first rendezvous 
was Honda Civic iVtec
black automatic,
1799 cc, 4 cylinders 
130 bhp, torque 172Nm,
Stole my heart 
speed bound no limits,
Left me for...

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That’s what she calls herself
who boasts of the longest reigning monarchy in the world,
producing a short of one to twenty Nobel Prize winners
as only two...

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An Irishman from North Dakota
Of liquor had more than his quota.
His wronged wife who was mad
Said that he should be glad
He had blanket in his...

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You see them all the time,
the Stepford wife 
and her counterpart,
the bronzed over, buffed high sheen,
man bun walking in skinny jeans,
so tight they squeak...
HIPSTER as...

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Yes! You have to think out of the box 
But you don't have to lose your brain box 
(which is more than a gear box...

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I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho 
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful 
my seat on my cycle...

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A beautiful young lady from Borona,
Bought a gleaming Toyota Corona,
She called it her boy,
Because it gave her such joy,
I wish I was a car I...

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kindney stone children out from god
  passing through blood and blindfolded 
angels.

Passing on the left with turn signals
flashing from different angles..

 now im pretty...

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