my poem.

yeah. i made a poem about my car. i got a C- on it. i think its genius...


--The Bronco--

Eight potent cylinders firing on command
Nothing will stop her, not even two feet of sand

Three hundred and two cubic inches of blue fury
Fed into four eleven gears, makes her scurry

She's a murderer of small foreign cars
And because of that she's gained scars

When all pistons are pumping it's a thing of bliss
Days come when she wont budge, save for a kiss

She's a founding member of the great S.C.C.
She loves to chauffeur Owen and me

Alas I must leave her for college, I'll put her past me
Maybe I'll give her to Christy or Ashley

-brings a tear to my eye.

i would post artwork but i give all my art away.

lol....I wouldn't be one to comment here. I personaly don't really like rhyming poems. nor do I care for cars. *shrugs* but it's nice.

haha, i slapped it together in like 5 minutes. it had to fit a certain criteria and syllable count or something like that. but i just winged it... i know im bad ass like that. :wink: