My Second Hand Toyota Revo
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Advertising triolet poem with narrative:
Toyota Revo
(triolet)
A four-wheel drive,even purchased as second-hand
Still runs smoothly and safe, never trundles around
With its superlative engine, mileage is grand
A four-wheel drive, even purchased as second- hand.
Best gasoline saver, once we've Toyota brand
A snazzy car for trippers, now we all have found
A four-wheel drive, even purchased as second hand
Pretty girls on drive lanes, feel like wearing their crown
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My Second Hand Toyota Revo
(narrative)
I bought a second-hand car three years ago,
An old model of Toyota Revo;
I bought it from my cousin at Toyota company,
Who knew more about cars, but not me.
My two brothers have the knowledge, too
They took the car from her, I didn’t go,
When they brought it home, I was quite surprised,
Seeing it with less accessories, it didn’t suffice
What do I expect with a second-hand car?
My brothers were teasing me,they liked it so far,
Engine still worked well, they could do something,
Knowing some mechanical skills and distant driving.”
I was so complaisant and cool to let them do some repairs,
Replacement of missing accessories…car wash here and there;
At last, my second- hand car looked brand new again,
But the problem was, I didn’t have driving skills and license.
My younger brother drove the car for me,
Our first drive-test was very happy;
Suddenly, a thing hit its windshield so terribly
When we went down the car, an old man asked an apology.
“I’ve accidentally hit a rubble with my mower,” he confessed,
He apologized heartily with sincerity on his face;
My brother tapped his shoulder and smiled,
Put his arm on my shoulder, then we bid him goodbye.
Back on the highway for our joyful riding
With my nephew and nieces’ cheerful singing;
Crack on windshield was slowly spreading
A lightning trace which had badly needed my gluing.
After a long drive, we’d reached a huge repair shop
Replacement of windshield, my true pocket’s mishap
When we went back home, the car looked brand new again
Second-hand Toyota Revo was still a nice car then.
I hope I’ll have time to learn driving someday
To drive my manual car, “though it’s difficult, maybe
Meantime, my brothers had volunteered to be my chauffeurs
For they love me that much as their one and only sister.
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©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 15, 2015 8.54pm (narrative and 12-syl triolet poem)
Second Place
Contest: In Women We Trust Cars
Judged: 1/10/16
Sponsor: Poet PD/Linda
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2015
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