Car Trouble
Car trouble
Broken down my engine is coughing,
And my carburetor’s stuck.
My exhaust feels like burden,
And my rearview mirror’s broke.
7 Years bad tire pressure,
And faulty brakes scream as I stop.
My battery’s low,
The engine’s stuttering
And the wheels stopped moving long ago.
Slam the door, close every window,
Because this car won’t get you home.
Broken down my engine is coughing,
And my carburetor’s stuck.
My exhaust feels like burden,
And my rearview mirror’s broke.
7 Years bad tire pressure,
And faulty brakes scream as I stop.
My battery’s low,
The engine’s stuttering
And the wheels stopped moving long ago.
Slam the door, close every window,
Because this car won’t get you home.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Benjamin de Rooy: | Dinsdag, april 17, 2001 16:43 |
| don't buy french cars.... | |
| car: | Dinsdag, april 17, 2001 09:32 |
| This car likes the poem ;-) | |
| danielle de rooy: | Dinsdag, april 17, 2001 08:20 |
| I feel exactly like your car... X Daantje |
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