Willys Jeep
My father bought a Willys Jeep
When I was just a kid.
My mother took one look at it
And man, she flipped her lid.
A station wagon was the car
He’d told her he would buy.
To him, they were equivalent;
He hadn’t tried to lie.
We didn’t have it very long
But oh, I loved it so!
Its rattan seats could fold if you
Had lots of things to stow.
In emerald green, it didn’t look
Like any other car.
In terms of being cool,
That Willys Jeep sure set the bar.
Today I saw a Willys Jeep,
Bright orange, on the street
And memories came flooding back,
An unexpected treat.
My father’s long-ago mistake
(Or so I had been told)
Evokes a snippet of the past
I’m happy to behold.
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