Behind the Chainlink Fence
Behind the fence, not there to play, two junkyard dogs are on the prey
Engines scrapped, and fenders bent, and shattered glass now pays the rent
Heavy pedals, limp and wasted, rusty metal, paint that's faded
It's much too late to get our kicks, Route 66 has led to this !
Now, these old friends sped past their prime, perched up on blocks and wearing time
Do they need new carburetors? ….And we should check the tachometers
Their teeth and pride are all knocked in, piled high they hide, in "auto-bins"
How many horses are under hoods? Would they tell me if they could?
Easy riders rocked the day, now planted-crops in fields of hay
Castaways, just piles of parts, where some are savored for their hearts
Hear the squeak of this old seat, and that one has an oil leak
Anti-freeze won't save the day….and frozen gears won't melt today!
I wish that we could turn back time, and see this jewel while in its prime
Nose to nose, in scattered rows, while rubber hoses rot to slime
Leaky oil soils shoes, ….And black exhaust is hot perfume
Is there heaven for old cars?……."Car 54" , oh where are you?
New transmission, with permission, or could we get one realigned?
Kick the tires, it's retired……..but with some love it might be tried
Find a jewel, don't be fooled. Could there be a life inside?
Excitement sparks, and spark-plugs start, I have a new idea in mind !!
Now were talkin' ……..I'm not walkin'…… I have plans to drive
Cough exhaust, but it won't cost as much, if I just try to
exhume this guy, the one I'll buy, will be my pride and joy !!
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6/23/16
Contest: Rusted And Busted
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
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