Past winters were extremely harsh
and driving my green Honda was tough;
it's certainly not a luxury car...
whenever I go, it gets me far.
Once it broke down in a parking lot
near Kennedy International Airport;
and I lost a good day's work
by making me feel like a real jerk!
The check light came on, it needed repairs immediately...
do you know how much it cost me?
Almost a thousands dollars, plus the headache it gave me!
But until now it has run perfectly!
I hate riding my green Honda in the evening breeze
when the pollen from the trees make me sneeze;
I should close my sunroof, roll up all windows...
but I wouldn't be racing with the warm wind like cowboys!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Brown Carol's contest,
" My First Car "
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