I’ve been confined to my house a week

and cabin fever was getting bad.

I’ve been fighting a case of shingles

and the itching gettin bad.

Today it got the best of me

so I went to talk to my car

to tell it why I’d deserted it

but I don’t think my talk got me far.

I don’t think my car had missed me.

It seemed to enjoy all its rest.

It rolled it head lights and shrugged

so now I was feeling more stressed.

I thought it would make me feel better

when I stood there with feelings to share

but it seemed to have no compassion

at least not enough it could spare.

I’ll soon be feeling much better

and I’ll climb in that car with a grin

and I’ll back it from the garage

and drive out for a good long spin.