Sometimes during NaNoWriMo, toward the end of the day I get into a silly mood, and doggerel like this emerges. Don’t worry, it will pass. It may be ugly, but it’s word count! I have owned three 1965 Chevy Impalas (all were used) and one 1973 Chevy Vega, which we purchased new.
While my Vega was never found burning alongside the road, it was the least reliable car I had ever owned. The interior had gone to pieces in the first year, and the clutch cable regularly broke, leaving us stuck in second gear. We couldn’t afford to get rid of it because we were constantly paying a mechanic to keep it on the road!
If life were a ’65 Impala,
A land yacht of steel, guts, and glory,
She would run like a top,
And when we wanted, she’d stop,
We’d travel through life with no worry.
But life is a ’73 Vega
On fire by the side of the road.
The engine’s askew, the interior too,
It was a bad purchase, you know.
It’s nothing but dents, duct tape, and dirt
All held together with paint.
At times, life’s a rolling disaster,
A reliable runner it ain’t.
It stops on a dime half of the time,
And runs real fine ‘til it don’t.
If Life were a ’65 Impala, copyright 2017 Connie J. Jasperson, All Rights Reserved.
1965 Chevrolet Impala with a 300 hp V8 big Block Engine PD by Iv-Elouan Bruneau (Iebruneau at English Wikipedia)