My First Car

Years ago when we were younger, So I'd not be so encumbered, Wil decided that a car, Would solve our problems near and far. A run-about was what I needed, So transportation was not impeded, When he had to go to work, And I clung to him like a dirty shirt. "Let me keep the car today, I'll pick you up without delay. When day is done and you're ready for home, I won't leave you waiting there all alone." But when day was over, sure enough, He'd wait and he'd wait by the curb with his stuff; So he bought me a car at a used car lot, Dependable and not costing a lot. I loved it, adored it, I gave it a name, So pretty and feminine I called her Elaine. Gold was her color, interior brown, Easy on gas, I drove all over town. To work and to school and the grocery store, A gem of a car, could not ask for more. Then one fine day in downtown traffic, A man in a Dodge hit my cute litte Maverick. He knocked her right off her two front wheels. I couldn't believe it, my senses reeled. She died on the spot, I cried and I cried, "You Killed My Car!" "It's okay." he sighed. The police arrived and I told them my story, How he came out of nowhere, the details were gory. "He Murdered My Car!" I told them again. "It was never alive." he said with a grin. "It was a machine so it cannot be dead." "It won't move again, so it's dead." I said. All through the years I still feel the same, About the man who murdered Elaine. He came out of nowhere in a big Dodge truck, Knocked her right off her wheels, that big dumb cluck. So now when buying a car I endeavor, I say, Down With Dodge And Ford Forever.