My Black Firebird
Oh he was deep black and so shiny in the sun,
I fell in love the moment I first saw him;
There was a need to have him- this was no whim,
I could see us together, it was a love staggering.
Oh he wasn't a man but a car, a Pontiac Firebird,
So I bought him and I thought it was forever;
I washed him by hand- in a car wash never,
While driving we got the looks, oh so flattering.
Well he was older, so there was some clattering,
But he was an original if you know what I mean;
Wherever we went he made quite the scene,
As he got older I did notice the odd little tremor;
The day I lost him to car heaven I was shattered,
After the crash he was quite broken and tattered.
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December 3, 2015
Canzone
For the contest, For Women Only
(Would you, Could you) Write About Cars
Sponsor, A Poet Destroyer
Sixth Place
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