Hello everyone! I wrote this poem some time ago to commemorate my first car, Daisy-Mae. Bonus points to whoever can guess the right model!
Automotive Retrograde
With hands shaky, a young lad swoons with joy.
His pride, his achievement, has now arrived.
More than a heap of glass and steel alloy,
His guardian angel, now come alive.
Her name be Daisy-Mae, a gal of old.
From the time of Beatles and the space race.
Her parent, Studebaker, deathly cold,
Having been half a century displaced.
On a shoestring budget she was conceived.
Under the svelte suit, old bones did creak.
Over her compromised frame, people grieved
But no one complained about her physique.
Hearty V8 engine became her heart.
Displacing 289 cu., she went off apace.
Strutted her stuff down the roads of Stuttgart.
The world then stared at her 120 inch wheelbase.
As the world forgot, she got despondent.
Went on a 2 decade long hiatus.
Then she was rescued, I her respondent.
No longer an item of shamed status.
All systems go, including radio.
Listening to tunes of old emotion.
Daisy has been kept in the bungalow.
Now a fair healer, the finest potion.
I am youthful, but I appreciate.
My brain and heart can get to sobering.
However, here’s something I do dictate;
Here’s to many more years of motoring!
With hands shaky, a young lad swoons with joy.
His pride, his achievement, has now arrived.
More than a heap of glass and steel alloy,
His guardian angel, now come alive.
Her name be Daisy-Mae, a gal of old.
From the time of Beatles and the space race.
Her parent, Studebaker, deathly cold,
Having been half a century displaced.
On a shoestring budget she was conceived.
Under the svelte suit, old bones did creak.
Over her compromised frame, people grieved
But no one complained about her physique.
Hearty V8 engine became her heart.
Displacing 289 cu., she went off apace.
Strutted her stuff down the roads of Stuttgart.
The world then stared at her 120 inch wheelbase.
As the world forgot, she got despondent.
Went on a 2 decade long hiatus.
Then she was rescued, I her respondent.
No longer an item of shamed status.
All systems go, including radio.
Listening to tunes of old emotion.
Daisy has been kept in the bungalow.
Now a fair healer, the finest potion.
I am youthful, but I appreciate.
My brain and heart can get to sobering.
However, here’s something I do dictate;
Here’s to many more years of motoring!
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