Ode to Saturn
Dear gold Saturn, my very own car
Across the east coast you have taken me far
For nearly ten years you have served me well
Taking me safely over hill and dell
Though you leak when it rains and I never knew why
And I broke your poor engine, your dashboard message
I continued to deny
You were my friend, whom I loved dearly
Oh, my gold Saturn you were not a car merely
Many mailboxes and curbs you and I have met
But narey a wreck with other cars have you been in yet
Remember the good times with family and friends
Oh the tickets, the laughter, the story never ends
Now we must say a tearful good bye
Oh, dear Saturn, sold with a sigh!
Labels: The Car has Sold
1 Comments:
you wrote the wrong dell its dale...I loved it and almost cried. I get joy finding that because you are better at everything than me. But I love the poem...I can't believe that you some one actually paid for your car....I thought that you would have to pay them to take it off your hands haha! Love you
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