Monza Poems - Poems about Monza

...I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town. My triumph was impromptu and abrupt. I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope In hope there’d be no need for bac......Read the rest...

...I did not learn to drive until my twenties. My two poor kids I hauled inside a wagon! That wagon creaked when filled with groceries! Fed up, I said, “My kids I won’t be draggin’!” I got my lic......Read the rest...

...My very first car was, I think, a Monza, which was rosy pink. At a somewhat cheap price, that old sports car was nice, but my luck with her sure did stink! Cleaned and polished, she was looking fine......Read the rest...

...I never even drove till I was maybe twenty-five, but then I learned, and so we bought a car for me to drive. For fifteen hundred dollars, I got a crap sports car with color kind of pink. That Mo......Read the rest...