My first car-was bright orange and black,
it was a 1975 chevy pickup-with a short back
I was 18 and very proud of my chevy,
it was the coolest truck it could be.
It was a 8 cylinder-and sounded awesome
in mint condition-and boy did it run
Like a show truck-one of a kind,
sounded mighty -and it was mine.
Diamond tucked seats-custom gear shift
cruising down our main-thought we were swift
Wanting to race-I was feeling a rush.
he yelled-got a briggs a stratton to us
I stepped on the gas-the tires did spin
all I could think of -was I wanted to win
When I turned to see if I had won the race
I heard sirens and red lights were in my face
I wanna see this in my driveway. Photo Credit: http://www.kingsizebows.com
This poem is written by Rhonda Hiler about her very first car! I wanted to post a poem about this because I’m getting very excited to get my license. It’s so weird to think that I’m already 16! This poem made me even more giddy! How were you feeling when you got your very first car??
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