My dear Betty Lou is in the shop today.
I miss her so much in every way.
We've gone over 9,000 miles together.
I want our love to last forever.
Her window would not go up anymore.
With no drive-thru we were hungry to the core.
Her windsheild washers would not work.
Out of her I could not even see a smirk.
Acid was eating away at her wires.
Luckily nothing was wrong with the tires.
Both oil and transmission fluid were leaking.
Help her poor insides were seeking.
So this morning we made our way to the shop.
In hopes that our problems soon will stop.
4 comments:
You are way too clever!! Love the poem, don't love poor Betty Lou's troubles. Hope she's fixed and back in your hands soon. :)
I need to give my car a name and make her as real as Betty Lou. I'll get back to you when I choose one. I am open to suggestions.
Thanks for the message today! I can feel and greatly need your prayers today! I hope Betty Lou feels better soon.
Wow, you're amazing. Try a limerick next!
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