The Old Jalopy
Trash the old jalopy
It’s just piles of scraps
Out- dated and no good
It’s just junk sitting under the hood
Junk yard bound
It’s ready to go
Drag it to the scrap yard
Looking at it, makes it hard
I had it for so long
it’s just rusted out tin
My jalopy is like my best friend
And I tried to keep it till the end
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2019
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