We bought a "new" vehicle last week. We reached the point where it no longer made financial sense to own a car 17 years old with over 230,000 miles driven when we're not mechanics. So we've upgraded to 1999 Toyota RAV4, only 11 years old. Great mileage and in good shape.
We're all pleased to be riding high after years of car driving (we even have a sun roof - how exciting) but the kids and I thought our (t)rusty white Honda Accord deserved a farewell poem, it is National Poetry Month afterall. So we composed this poem together, a collaborative writing project.
Our car is white and such as sight,
bumbling its way down the road.
Dripping and leaking
bumping and squeaking
and scaring many a toad.
This car's been swell
though the fender fell,
many a mile it has seen.
Up and down, round and round
oh the places you've been.
You've served us well but... farewell