Hard To Handle

You've only been here four years 
But hard to handle is your way
We wanted you so much at first
Now we want to give up every day

Noises we've not heard before
Another accident down there
Now what comes from underneath
Has a smell that's hard to bear

It's so hard to fill you up
You were a chance we had to take
But you're not worth the trouble
That a used car tends to make!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Wolf Avatar
April 4, 2020 at 9:28 PM
Haha! You had me wondering, followed by a knowing chuckle. Thanks, Pat! Cheers and Good Cheer! :) gw
Laurie Avatar
March 21, 2020 at 12:50 AM
G'day PAT … humour is laughing at someone else's misfortune. At times buying a used car is buying someone else's problems - well done PAT - Lindsay
Adams Avatar
March 23, 2020 at 9:38 AM
Thanks Lindsay, that's very true!........80)
Krutsinger Avatar
March 14, 2020 at 9:15 PM
So amusing! I was getting concerned before the punchline.
Adams Avatar
March 15, 2020 at 9:19 AM
"Getting concerned", I think that was pretty amusing too!.............Thanks for commenting Caren........Pat
Allison Avatar
March 14, 2020 at 6:29 PM
Initially you made me think of a pooping child ... then i realised it was about a troublesome car lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Adams Avatar
March 15, 2020 at 9:17 AM
What?.......Oh yeah, I see what you mean........80) Thanks Jan!!..........pat
Faulkner Avatar
March 14, 2020 at 3:12 PM
Maybe it's just acting out for attention? Hope it's at least paid off :)
Adams Avatar
March 15, 2020 at 9:16 AM
Well, it was a fragment of my imagination so........maybe!.....Thanks for commenting Michelle!....pat
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