Samantha Smith Poet Rhyme

My Poor Beat Up Truck

My poor beat up truck,
we've had quite a muck,
for when we got stuck,
you made such a ruck.

My poor beat up truck,
we went threw much,
getting hit sucked,
and had to pay such.

My poor beat up truck,
sitting all alone,
sitting there stuck,
looking like a bone.

my poor beat up truck,
cant go around,
stuck in the ground.
Now driving in a car,
just not far,
from getting My Poor Beat Up Truck.

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John Posey October 22, 2013 at 6:22 AM My dilapidated car .... Knows where you are.... Though it shines like a star... It never takes me very far.... Nice writing, sweetheart..... Jake

David Fisher October 10, 2013 at 6:22 PM Sounds like your truck was a good friend. I'm sure it's proud of your story.

Poet Destroyer A October 10, 2013 at 11:08 AM hi Samantha, I like this one... one day I wish to host a contest on one's truck or car...maybe your truck needs a lift me up....lol... and yes, when I came across your name, I knew it was familiar. still I enjoyed welcoming you again.... take care...Linda