She was a 61 Continental with suicide doors,
rag top no less, fresh black paint job,
with re-dipped chrome & original cherry interior.
He was letting her go for cost, plus
a few thousand dollars aggravation fee,
understandable for caring for her.
I tried to explain to the old lady.
Like land, they weren’t making these anymore.
She didn’t care.
The bitch isn’t human!
Author notes
option # 7 fanniesson "A Beautiful Lie"
A contest entry
- Options Contest by Simply Simple.
1000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 83 entries
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Lol. Interesting poem I rather enjoyed it. Thank you for taking the time to enter. (And follow the rules.) ^.^
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