Best Clunker Poems

Every other week during summer, or fall ...
there's a loud noise rattling my huge window
facing the shady street
where no kids are seen.

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Old fashioned grass cutters...

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Once upon a time
In a land not so far
Lived a lead footed man
Alone with his car.

He longed to go fast
Speed flawlessly down the track
So he...

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Dreamers Dream
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a set of old tires,
bald as a turtle's head;
the engine won't start,
'cause the battery's dead!

sank my last dollar,
on this piece of ol' junk;
all it does...

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If you believe in numbers,
then the evidence is in ...
and we all know that numbers don't lie
Mr. Forty-six Percent President,
popular opinion ain't the reason why
you're...

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I ride the bus to work,
and sometimes I put on a very displeasing look:
I complain with sardonic humor,
" These city buses are never on time!...

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The amazing, incredible, wonderful car
This extraordinary , inexplicable part of who we are

The big, the little, the long, the short, the bus
An exciting, capricious ...

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Of course it was pouring rain,
When my tire decided to go flat;
And I wasn’t really surprised
To find no spare in the trunk in back.

It was...

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Today I took the car in for a simple lube and change of oil.
What began as a routine day, the mechanic proceeded to spoil.
I thought...

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Camel Tow
By Franklin Price
12/20/2016

Have I gotten your attention?
I have a story here to tell,
About a different camel tow;
Bet you thought I couldn't spell.

I was driving...

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So here I sit with crumbs of my intellect scattered about
Stupidity comes easily and I'm ugly and stout

I cant find a friend that doesn't want...

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They stole my brand-new bike from where
I’d left it in the yard.
Since I was only eight years old,
I really took it hard.

I’d only had it...

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Sour grapes,
Ancient clunker,
Moldy Gorgonzola,
Scarred garage sale table.

Fine wine, 
Vintage car,
Rich blue cheese, 
Polished antique furniture.

Time passes for all things.  
Whether treasure or trash,
Depends upon...

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 Moonie 

It was in the seventies I was out at St George,
Playing pool with the locals,
and the blacksmith from his forge,
I was winning, had...

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Again on the side of the road with my head under the hood,
A firm jiggle on the starter wire and start again she probably should.
More...

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