My Fiftie's Chevrolet
A used Monte Carlo was my first car.
It couldn’t be driven so very far.
Though it had been well used,
It did not look abused.
Less a ride than a fine objet d art.
Seven miles to the gallon, all it got.
We stopped at the gas pump, more than a lot.
Though gas prices were low,
My wages were also.
The car was pretty, its performance not.
I have had a number of cars since then.
None have made me as proud as I was when
I drove that sporty car
That could not go too far
Before a stop for a fill-up again.
By; Joyce Johnson
For Carol's contest "My First Car"
Won no. 2
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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