My car is a wreck <br />it starts and goes <br />thats all I need. <br />fast it may not be <br />thats plain to see <br />scratched to bits <br />by idiots. <br />Leaks oil as regular <br />as my heartbeat <br />creating a slick <br />wherever i go. <br /> <br />People hide their the faces <br />when they catch a lift. <br />I wouldnt open the boot <br />for the odours that drift <br />my gas a town to sluimber <br /> <br />My windows dont work and i feel hot <br />my engine is shot <br />blue smoke appears when i move <br />the kids in my neighbourhood <br />dissapprove of my car <br />But it sure beats walking or cathcing the bus. <br /> <br />My Jalopy <br />A tribute to a tightwad like me.<br /><br />Ibrar Siddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-jalopy/
