Cars

[Chester B]

Cars are the scourge of the humane race,
a necessary evil to get from place to place.

In a rainbow of colors from white through rusted,
they pollute they're noisy and are too often busted.

I think only mechanics can truly love cars,
for it provides them money... that once was ours.

I wrote this this morning when my mechanic called with the estimate to fix my car...

[Sumyanna]

Oh, I feel your words. So glad you wrote a poem about it - excellent job!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Yes, Chester B - you have captured it exactly!

[imrogue]

So true, Chester B!