My car is old
rusted
and the seat is busted.
It's tiered
and the inspection sticker is expired.
A flicker of light from the headlight
but no light from the taillight.
The steering wheel is sticky
the whole car is icky.
It is junk from Japan
shamefully driven in Detroit.
It's ugly and blue
It makes me feel that way too.
It affects my life
I can't get a wife.
Good sense of humour keenly depicted in the poem. Thanks for sharing Scott.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great, such good humor!