Car Trouble

My truck won’t start unless it’s shamed,
I kick the bumper and call it names.
Pa’s ol’ Ford only runs on prayer,
And three lucky coins tossed in the air.
Ma’s van honks “Dixie” when it’s mad,
And backfires gospel when she’s sad.
Uncle Jeb drives a ’92 Dodge with spite,
Burns more oil than it burns light.
The wipers wave but the glass stays dry,
Like the truck’s just sayin’ “You’re gonna die.”
We once had a car that moo’d in reverse,
And screamed in French when the roads got worse.
The mechanic says, “Just replace the flux,”
Then charges rent and a box of ducks.
We patched a tire with duct tape and peas,
Got us to church and a swarm of bees.
So if you’re drivin’ past our place,
Wave if you see smoke–it’s just our grace.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on March 19, 2023 by Alan Nafzger