Poem: Old Relic, More Humor, Part 4 of Seven Secrets

11/15/2012 at 6:19 AM Leave a comment

Old Relic

My car’s an old relic.

She is two decades old.

Engine whines, hard to crank,

Slow to start when she’s cold.


It’s best to take your time,

Allowing gears to turn,

‘Fore swinging onto road

And letting rubber burn.

I, too, am old relic,

Without much gas in tank.

Mornings I tend to whine

And often am a crank.

Don’t push me out early,

I’ll only be a grouch.

Better let the caffeine

Kick start me off the couch.

June Nash

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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