Bug Lover

She had more than a hundred thousand miles But when I saw the “bug,” it gave me smiles Bright and red, it had some kinks Radio on -- off it blinks But the engine withstood many more trials This tiny Volkswagen looked like an elf I had learned to change her tires by myself She chugged hard going uphill Just drive slow, she’d make it still I knew she’d never be placed on a shelf With tune-ups and oil lubes, she kept going And never once did she require towing She took me from work to school Made me feel so very cool My love for my bug just kept on growing Time for a new car come graduation But it never gave me the sensation Of being queen of the road When it was time to unload My cousin drove "bug," e’er making her run Do you remember the movie “Sleeper” Bug found in cave seemed claimed by the Reaper Woody turned the key; it ran A centuries-old life span I ask myself, “Why didn’t I keep her?” New is nice, but reliable’s better That tough old bug was quite the go-getter It was just one month later I was a new car hater Driving the Camry, I was a fretter I tried to buy my old Volkswagen back To convince my cousin, I had no knack He loved my bug, laughed at me Refused to return the key When my new Toyota’s engine did crack *By Carolyn Devonshire for Carol Brown’s “My First Car” contest