There once was a car
Shiny and new
Bought off the lot
By a man in a suit
The paint job was sweet
No scratches or dings
And the horn from the wheel
Would practically sing
The engine just purred
Each time the key turned
It was not long before
The man called it “his girl”
Granted, “she” was a car
Still a cause for much strife
When a man treats “her” better
Than he does his own wife
He washed and he waxed her
Buffed her and kissed her
He would park far away
Just so no one could harm her
His kids went without sneakers
In favor of speakers
Though freshly fallen snow
Signaled the beginning of winter
“You always put ‘her’ first”
His wife would complain
“You don’t even see me anymore”
She would say
One day the man stirred
To a sound that he feared
The crashing glass and wheezing air
Of all that he held dear
A biting note taped to her door
The only part of her left untouched
Read, “though I’m gone
I’m sure you’ll think that ‘she’ was the only thing you lost”
Now “she” the junk car
Sits in his yard as a memento of his loss
As all the memories of wasted years
Are quickly recycled like worthless dross
And he remembers her charms
Smiles at her graceful stance
The bat held firmly in hand
The day she left without so much as a glance
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