Car

Four wheels to take you anywhere.
Upon it you bestow loving care.
But woe be tide,
if anything goes wrong.
Its grace falls foul,
and you sing another song.
Just like a woman,
I’ve often heard this said.
For on frosty nights,
you’ve got to wrap it up warm for bed.

14 Nov 1978

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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