Edsel

I own something that makes my life a living Hell.
I've become a social outcast because I drive an Edsel.
When I drive it, I hope that I'm having a nightmare, I hope I'm only dreaming.
When women see it, they won't go out with me and they can't stop screaming.
Ford almost became a laughing stock because they made this automobile.
This is a car that nobody will buy and it's something that nobody will steal.
When I try to trade it in at car lots, the dealers shout.
I try to calm them down but they always cuss me out.
You'd better believe me when I say that this car is hated by all of humanity.
Why did I buy it in the first place, it must have been temporary insanity.

carfunnyhumorrhyme

♡Like0

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.