Mom only wants our old Volvo.
Dad says the time has come, past time,
To give that car the old heave-ho.
You’d not but think I’d try to rhyme
In verses noble and sublime
For one so steady, true and dear
Who’s stood the test of twelve years’ time.
Because she goes in just one gear
Old Bessie’s like a souvenir.
She helps me get my beauty sleep
As, chugging on, she perseveres.
A new car’s cost is much too steep.
My bank account’s not small or deep
With miles to go before she sleeps
More miles in her, I think she’ll keep.
