My little Geo Prizm,
You're bound to be my prison.
For every car that I try,
Is destined to make me cry.
They oftimes will crash and burn,
Whenever you I spurn.
It gets me wondering...
Why are those clouds thundering?
'Tis the curse of the Prizm!
That's brought me to this schism.
Author notes
So, I have a little white car, one that I've tried to replace three times, two of the cars have been in accidents (one which was my fault, one which wasn't), and the last car I bought inexplicably died the instant I brought it home. I'm thinking that I and/or my little white Geo Prizm may be cursed, doomed forever to spend our driving days together. It makes me feel conflicted internally (hence the schism), because I like this little car quite a bit, I just really want to drive something else...but everything else seems to die tragically, what am I to do???
Anyway there you go, just thought a bit of explanation was in order.
Please tell me what you think
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Hehe, this made me smile...possibly the least likley subject for a poem ever. You pull it off well, the rhythm is a little erratic, but I like to see that as the slightly battered engine of the car complaining
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*LMAO*
Well this was a very funny poem, I never thought id read a poem about a geo prizm, on a serious note you did a great job with it and I love the rhym, I think you might have to accept that care as always being ur #1, but here is a thought, talk with it and explain that it needs a friend (being another car) and then take ur chances once again. Good writing, If you can make a poem about a geo prizm sound good, you have a gift!!!!! -
A very interesting concept to use, and with it you've created a great poem. Good job!
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This is very cool. Great idea.
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Buy a better car? lol
Maybe it is cursed? What is that Stephen King movie? Christine? Maybe your Prizm is a daughter of Christine.
Sorry about your car troubles, anyone over the age of 17 can probably sympathize with you.
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