My ride is a truck of white
(I could have rhymed to truck, but how trite)
When climbing up hills
She spitters and sputters
And gives nervous chills
That make us all shudder in fright.
Ah, but I am remiss!
I've yet to name this miss
Who deigned to transmit
My beau and our shit
All snugly fit
From the South to the Washington bliss.
As I have you all rapt and in wonder
I'll be apt in amending my blunder
Just let me sidetrack first
She's riddled with rust in each cranny
Every nook hides some dust and dirt
And I think she needs a new tranny
(not like that, you pervert)
I've built this up to seem far too juicy
After all she's just my old truck
With plenty of room for a...duck
My dear rusty ride, Lucy.
I'm pretty sure I should incorporate rhyming into my everyday life...