Thursday, September 3, 2009


My old sedan has had its day.

Now it costs a lot of hay

To keep it safely on the road.

Those engine knocks and wheezes bode

Major breakdown’s on the way.

They must be fixed without delay!

Rust-spots mar the fading paint,

Scratches, dents: a babe she ain’t.

Who would take this piece of trash

In exchange for ready cash?

My hopes for trade-in just as faint.

But in time old cars are ‘quaint’.

Their worth increases as they age.

Perhaps the course of action sage

Is keep the car for decades more,

Until its price begins to soar,

Then accept an offer choice,

And buy myself a Rolls-Royce!

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