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Killed By The Ferrari That I Never Had
By Rick Rucker

I might be the only guy killed by a car he never contacted,
Though my life it surely impacted,

My Father was a crazy sort,
He bought a Ferrari, just for sport!

It was a decision not too practical,
But a choice very tactical,

He remembered how he used to race,
Thought it would put a smile on his face!

A Ferrari as a family car, 
There were some better options by far!

A family trip, a major feat,
That thing in back, not worthy of the name “back seat!”

I have always felt that I deserved,
To be a little less reserved,

Finding myself Alone,
I’d taken to calling Ferrari dealers on the phone,

To see what I could find, 
A dream that might ease my mind,

Something Red, and Fast,
That would cost a Fortune, and wouldn’t last!

Just when it seemed at hand,
The foundation of my Dream was built on sand!

I found a new woman to share my life,
To be my best friend, and my wife,

She had only one thing that really made her mad,
She’d lived in a fancy neighborhood, and her neighbor had,

Some noisy Italian car, that he took out in the Spring,
And she would never ride in such a thing!

I asked if she remembered the make,
Until she answered, a breath I didn’t take!

A Ferrari, she said most emphatically,
My Heart now beat erratically,

Without my beautiful Lover in the next seat,
A Ferrari wouldn’t seem as neat.

That is where my Heart died,
To never own my Italian ride,

I will forever have to hide, 
That, deep inside, some part of me will have forever died!

I chose her, you know, of course,
But I was killed by a Prancing Horse!

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