Saturday Carwash

w c

Saturday Carwash

 

My body moves to the beat

From my head to my feet

With lyrics that sound good

In my carwash neighborhood

 

I polish and it shines

This sporty little car of mine

And admirers see it there

And wish their rides were repaired

 

When I roll I leave the others

Coveting my vinyl seat covers

And wishing they had my rims

To roll on every now and then

 

On the street my tint is up

And my woofers are like a pickup truck

Letting know from blocks away

That it’s another Saturday

 

In my yard I park my ride

Spotless and waiting for the night

When I will slowly go

To a favorite club I know

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2018 17:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Oohh there's a fine car to wash and a good write w c.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your comment.



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