Had a hot motor & push button shift

Was really nice till Ed did a horse hit

Called from the local police department

And Dad said call back when you’re sober…J

Of course all and any accidents Ed had

None of which with dads car were bad

But just the thought of being killed by dad

Scared me to hell & feel worse than sad…J

Ed finally got a car of his own

Before dad did get to the point to me disown

That car was my baby too short a time

Next poem will speak of that car in rhyme…J

© ed J 7/19/08