Looking for a new car as Jazz is getting old now,
A few thousand is only what my budget will allow.
My Honda Civic dreams are dashed, what's with the rear window?
No sensors or cameras but meant to rear park with this tiny view, yo!
An immaculate motor for the price, it was a very nice dark blue,
Gave the salesman the keys back, this model I'll no longer pursue.
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Good write SM.
Cheers!
Praying you get a suitable alternative.
Thank you
Welcome. Bless you 🕊️🙏🏻
Shaun this poem literally is sad in its lack of fulfilment but all to real in the price of a vehicle now days. Soon no one will be able to buy only lease or pay uber maybe. For those of us that remember a car is now the price of what a house used to go for when we were young. They have technology that makes impossible to work on them or maintain them yourself and are status symbols not just transportation. This may be a bit of a stretch but it works as a metaphor as well for relationships. Good read my friend
I hear that and yes can see it happening, thank you.
Most welcome Shaun
Haha, Shaun, this gave me a good laugh! A beautiful bargain means nothing when parking it requires divine revelation. Fun write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Haha I'm glad, Like to do some fully ones lol.
nice write
Thank you.
Interesting write. Good flow with rhyming. Ive owned a few civics. They usually keep ticking if u take care of them. Lol
That’s sad. Hope you get a better one ultimately
Thanks.
awww i love my lil miata the same way bro
Nice, haha.
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