She Smelled Like Old Spice

The 1965 Chevy Impala with aqua dice parked herself downhill against all advice From Frankie, Old Tom, Red Angus and Swanee Bryce Her wheels slipped on gravel that felt like hardened rice Her green interior smelled like Old Spice Her engine was infiltrated by squeaky hungry mice Some main wires under her hood now have a splice Her ignition key did not work once or twice We could not sell her at any price But we loved the smell of nineteen sixties Old Spice For it reminds me of my Uncle Pete, dad of cousin Bryce So I am keeping her forever, which feels kind of nice.