Everytime You stop running; Everytime you dont help me
Everytime You choose to break down; Everytime you don't start
I can never make up my mind about you
You only lead me to confusion
But it is you, my car, that gets me where I need to be.
A contest entry
- Epigrammatically Speaking by Peripatetic.
1500 points, ended November 12, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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I’m not sure but that this was 7 lines long presented as 5, but I’ll let that pass.
I like this humorous examination of our frustration with products which should make our lives easier. I have had harsh words with my car, too. Just like with people in my life, I find that to maintain a good relationship with it requires compromising convenience on occasion to respond to its needs.
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I've had a few cars that would fit this poem to a tee
Very clever write and good luck 
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thanks heaps for the comment.
xXx
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Im with pumpykin i thought this was somebody mad at a neglectful lover. brillient! good luck in the contest
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thank you for your comment.
it was an awesome piece to write. it was fun
xXx
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I love this, the whole time I thought it was about a person complaining about their lover/love interest and then it turns out to be a car. Cleverrr
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*big smiles*
awww thanks heaps.
Yea it was a contest poem, needed to be epigmatic or something like that, with wit or a twist. it was great. aye.
thanks for your words.
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Ah, well you did a great job ^-^
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