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
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