Cars Number Twenty Five
The cars we have number twenty-five.
One is shaped like a royal bee hive.
Two are groovy, the blue one can certainly jive!
The red monster truck seems to be alive.
One is automatic and can self-propel-drive.
Jogger came by and asked my Cousin Chive,
Why are all these cars parked in front of that dive?
He chased him up the driveway in car twenty-five.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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