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The Race Car Blues

by David Pekrul
copyright 01-19-2006


Age Rating: 18 +

What a sexy thing you are,
In the back seat of my car,
Hope we travel really far,
You'll make me a racing star.

Never thought I'd have the nerve,
Slowing down to make your curve,
Why'd you have to go and swerve?
Now I'm running on reserve.

There's a time and there's a place,
To gas up and give a chase,
But I think I lost the race,
Never one to keep the pace.

So I travel down the road,
Trying to live by highway code,
Coasting by in neutral mode,
Now my engine's getting cold.

In the shop I'll leave my car,
Never got me very far,
Oops, I think my door's ajar,
Seems I drive a compact car.






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        04-21-2006     Jennifer Campbell-Kletzli        

This is a very unique and origional poem. It's not often you see someone write about driving down the road. I like the words that you used for your rhyme schemes too. Thanks for the read!

~Jenn

        02-06-2006     Richard Reed Jr        

Why David! I do believe you are starting to sound like a dirty old man (only joking, of course). This was hilarious, just one funny and vivid metaphor after another. It's like watching a movie where you can't stop laughing The only criticism I could give is that it made my stomach hurt from laughing too much.

That's what we need more of around here.


Rich

        02-04-2006     Gregory Christiano        

Our society is certainly in love with their cars! I remember fondly, my first car, a beauty - 1949 Dodge Coronet - a four-door sedan. I bought it for $100 (that's right - $100) in 1966 (I was 19 years old). All of us go through several cars in our lifetime...but it's the first car that we remember with great affection, usually.

        01-23-2006     Roger Crique        

In the mysterious world of dreams, a car is a symbol of life. If you ever dreamed of driving on a highway, speeding, driving the wrong way, running out of gas, engine trouble, etc, etc, then most likely, your mind is trying to tell you something about how you travel in the reads of life. I think your poem is a great metaphor for, life and how we live it. Very nicely done!



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