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.
Copyright © Samantha Smith | Year Posted 2013
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