Written in my journal, September 23, 2003

Ode to My Car

Oh Dear BMW
What will I do with you?
A luxury car-you are not.
So my sister and I, we fought.
She needed the truck, so get a clue
I wanted the truck, not you.
But I was determined to lean a stick-shift
So I guess you're the answer I got for my wish.
At almost 20 years old, I'm surprised you still run.
But so far I admit, I've had alot of fun.
The clock light's burned out, so I rely on my luck
And the driver's side window is permanently stuck
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The sheepskin seat covers are falling apart
And defrosting your windows is quite and art.
It almost impossible to know when you'll stall
But your manual sunroof keeps me happy through it all.