The Price of Gas
To run your car you'd better have big bucks
For these days the price of gas really sucks
You have to have it to get from A to B
And there is no relief ahead that I can see
Sometimes In desperation I ride my bike
Wearing my helmet like a good little tyke
Works okay riding around our small town
But often makes irritated motorists frown
My neighbor's car runs on natural gas
Few stations though-I think I'll have to pass
I guess I'll just keep it up long as I'm able
OMG..what if I have to choose gas or cable?
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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