Tesla Hooky Day
Woke up to a perfect Summer day,
a blue sky hits the Tesla’s tail lights;
Let your worries fall apart and fray;
Hard working girl is gassed up to go,
a cup of coffee to chase those dollars;
But that Sun’s got a sumptuous glow;
She lets out a loudly pent up sigh,
it’s crystal clear a break is needed;
The Model Y says ‘Rules don’t apply.
If you won’t rest? I’ll make it happen.’
Fired engine starts and all bets are off;
Time to ride, go where she’s never been;
Feeling burnt out is easy to see,
that’s the time to let cruise take control;
Turn right, we are off to play hooky.
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