My Blimp Is On The Fritz Again

My blimp is on the fritz again The hovercraft just popped I surely cannot take the car That’s jacked up in the shop The bus won’t come out to my house There’s no train tracks nearby But I must make it to your home And then you will know why I thought about our preowned drone With three brand new rotors Although after its first flight It needs three new motors The pogo stick’s got a bad boing The scooter won’t stay up Our chariot’s as useful as A two wheeled cracked teacup I’m not allowed an Army Jeep All due to my low rank Since camouflage is so improved I’ve yet to find the tank The last time that I rode a horse I hollered giddy-up But wedged it in an alleyway And couldn’t back it up Nobody wants to ride by mule Or jump aboard the ox It’s hard enough to find it shoes Or buy it matching sox The rocket has a busted tip And they won’t make a shuttle Since NASA landed its last ship Directly in a puddle I’ll try the trolley, tram, or T The Metro, or subway But come to think not one of those Will lead to your driveway I can’t take the snowmobile Nor snowshoes without snow But I’d consider my new skies If there was a rope tow Our plane still has a crooked wing The golf cart needs a tire My bike is broke, and the kid’s quad Was melted in a fire I think I parked the motorbike Inside the motor home But then my son lent both of them To someone named Jerome The ocean yacht’s still wrapped up tight Next to the new kayak But since we always get seasick We’d like to bring them back As you can see I’m in a bind Almost out of my wits Which all began when I learned that My blimp was on the fritz So if I make it to your house Promise you will not skimp On buying the right parts next time You’re asked to fix my blimp