The Talking Car
"I'm tired" said the wheel just driving around
The radio inside wasn't making a sound
"Wish I was full" the petrol cap suddenly said
Such a commotion for the journey ahead
"Use me gently and be soft on the touch"
This was obviously said by the dear old clutch
"Whatever you do don't make a mistake"
Replied politely by the trusty and reliable brake
I'm sure you find talking car parts a hoot
Nothing was inside the once crowded boot
So if you travel any distance near or far
Just listen out please to the talking car
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