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Never Trust A Car Salesman
by Everett (dale) Pogue
copyright 10-16-2007


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
"Welcome to our showroom. Here's our latest model.
If speed and power you want, my friend, open up this throttle!"
Look at the dash, redesigned, from the finest cars.
Airbags in the roof and door. This baby rates five stars.
Those seats are made of leather, llama from Peru.
With your sophisticated taste, this motorcar's for you.
Come on in the office. Let's see what we can do.
The Boss must give us his OK. In no time we'll be through!"

A freeway beckoned with it's ramp for me to come and play.
"Look at me folks in my new toy. This is a lovely day!"
Kaboom!Pow! Pow! It cannot be, the motor's lost all power.
I'm coasting to the exit ramp. This day is turning sour.

"Here's a ticket for you Bub! You never can park here!
Police wrecker's on the way. He'll push it from the rear."
They pushed my car a block or two and quickly left the scene.
Not a place to be alone, the street looks dark and mean.

My cell's at home, so what is new? I've got to have a phone.
Upon return to my dismay, the hub caps are all gone.
After hours it seemed to me I heard the salesman's voice.
"Remember Bud, you signed a sheet giving you a choice.

You opted for a car for less. You have no warranty.
The car is yours. The money's mine. Nuthin's ever free!"
"O.K. Bub, get out of there. This is a car hi-jack!"
"Thank you, my friend, here are the keys. Please don't bring it back."


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11-30-2007 Jim Duprie    

BRAVO..You have described the car salesman to a tee...and reminded me of my first (used) car, a 1954 Ford two door six cylinder. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever owned at the time, when she was running o.k...problem is they did not have car jacking's back then...lol, Jim


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