Vehicle Poems - Poems about Vehicle

EV shock therapy

I went to my car dealer, I hoped to save the planet
The saleslady told me EVs were cheap, and to call her Janet
She said we've got so many subsidies, and they're a great deal
I bought a F-150 Lightning truck, thought it was a steal
Janet waved as I drove off, then drank some champagne
Her staff slapped

My New Ride

Time to buy a new vehicle , where do I start
The possibilities are endless, the only I know for sure is that alot of money is about to depart
Should I invest in a foreign ride or one from my own country
So many types to choose from,which one might it be
Should I stick to gas, go

Gets in the Vehicle

"Hey buddies. so what are we doing !"

Looks around and the clique has snotty faces on,
pedigree pinkies in the air. "You are not one of we, 
the beautiful approved ones. You are uncultured and that's gross !"

Whatevs, go .... ........ !

(Junior follows them to camp and 
pisssssssses on their campfire !)

Satisfying, takes a plug of

The Burning Vehicle

A slow and painful crash
Where one sees one's face
Approach the dashboard in infinite detail
Where one has time 
To check one's fear in the mirror
But instead takes a suck on a vape
And puts one's foot down
And, speeding through abandoned suburbs,
Is caught in a storm of fire.
Carry me from the burning vehicle?
No, better to wait inside
And watch

Be My Valentine Buy a Vehicle

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Apply today, it's brand new.
A sleek ride awaits, just for you.

Improved

from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister 


Improved
Build the car with thicker metal
Give it a bigger engine more power
Beef up the brakes and gear box
Improve the other things
You’ll get an improved model
Looking like the old one
But with state of the art
Features full of benefits
Ride drive like the winds
Nobody and nothing to stop you
A souped up Olds Mobile
Give it

While Vehicle Underwent Routine Oil Change Today

While vehicle underwent routine oil change today...

At Norm's Save Station
551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, Pennsylvania,
yours truly suddenly realized
fifty eight years earlier
(a preschooler living at Lantern Lane)
John Fitzgerald Kennedy assassinated
November 22, 1963,
12:30 post meridiem
Central Standard Time
as he rode motorcade,

through Dealey Plaza
in downtown Dallas, Texas.
The myth of Camelot
(a place and time
of idyllic happiness)
actually assigned
Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy (1929–1994)
shattered instantaneously
by

Life's a Vehicle

life's a vehicle 
on jagged highway.
we're all passengers;
some folks ride shotgun, 
and some in the back.

destinations,
dreams; all vary.
some do reach theirs,
some end up lost...

cruising on 
vehicle 
known as life;

end of 
the road 

death.


Date written: 09/28/2021

Vehicle For Dreams

Vehicle for our dreams takes main stations - decision and oblivion. 





April 28, 2021



Paradox of Life Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Place; 3
Judged: Apr. 30,2021

Vehicle Luxury

His vehicle made luxury 
He knows not his drive 
The driver in front  
Taking rides him

Ideal Vehicle

Dozens of keys hung on a plentiful board
                      Vehicles belong to each one
           Dangle of available engines ready to drive
    

Mind To Mind

Vehicles of verse serve to prove
how passions and purposes move
from mind to mind.

Our choice letters turn into words;
missives sung by persuasive birds
no axe to grind.

Optimal words will brake at lines
to drive the stanzas home by signs
a nest to find.

While I prefer form as my gauge
some free range bards refuse that cage
the wing-it kind.

Vehicles of verse

Vehicle Inferno

BY CRAIG J. BURT & JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX 5/22/20

90 degrees today
Crazy mood & happy
Ready to test out my brand new Audi
Down this bumpy road

The best time's right now
German made quality car
Aircon & tunes are on
You smile & we are complete.

Faster the Vehicle of Love

Temper is a vital ingredient 
In the whole mix of true love

The temper in more numbers
Carrying value in the books of love

To test how genuine love in go
Anger becomes a testing stone

The love is put on sometimes halt
Anger is not only cause to find fault

To count how long the love in roll 
To go to

Bus Or Taxi

The wheels on the London bus go round and round, till the driver crashes it Tequila style. Everyone loses their heads, except him. He gets into a Black Bomber taxi and pops open a vodka. Need a lift guv?




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