My First Car
MY FIRST CAR
Years ago when I was 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 little 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 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 gorey.
"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!"
Judy Ball
For Carol Brown's My First Car Contest
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