Killed By the Ferrari I Never Had
Killed By The Ferrari That I Never Had
By Rick Rucker
I might be the only guy killed by a car he never contacted,
Though my life it surely impacted,
My Father was a crazy sort,
He bought a Ferrari, just for sport!
It was a decision not too practical,
But a choice very tactical,
He remembered how he used to race,
Thought it would put a smile on his face!
A Ferrari as a family car,
There were some better options by far!
A family trip, a major feat,
That thing in back, not worthy of the name “back seat!”
I have always felt that I deserved,
To be a little less reserved,
Finding myself Alone,
I’d taken to calling Ferrari dealers on the phone,
To see what I could find,
A dream that might ease my mind,
Something Red, and Fast,
That would cost a Fortune, and wouldn’t last!
Just when it seemed at hand,
The foundation of my Dream was built on sand!
I found a new woman to share my life,
To be my best friend, and my wife,
She had only one thing that really made her mad,
She’d lived in a fancy neighborhood, and her neighbor had,
Some noisy Italian car, that he took out in the Spring,
And she would never ride in such a thing!
I asked if she remembered the make,
Until she answered, a breath I didn’t take!
A Ferrari, she said most emphatically,
My Heart now beat erratically,
Without my beautiful Lover in the next seat,
A Ferrari wouldn’t seem as neat.
That is where my Heart died,
To never own my Italian ride,
I will forever have to hide,
That, deep inside, some part of me will have forever died!
I chose her, you know, of course,
But I was killed by a Prancing Horse!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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