Every time I sat in my car,
something broke or fell off.
Oh, did I tell you about
the death rattle
no mechanic could fix?
My father thought I was crazy
to think it was haunted
until I left that car with him.
Every time he sat in the car,
something broke or fell off.
I finally sold the malicious beast
to a kid looking for his first car.
The last time I saw it,
a rope held the door to the body,
and the kid held the side-view mirror.
One day that faded
green Toyota Corona
will be waiting by the curb
to take me to assisted living
where everything will break and fall off.
published in Doctor Funny
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