A poem about a car, that would only drive in the rain
Once we bought a Jam Jar,
it was the color of silver Grey.
She was the only car, we ever knew
that loved a rainy day.
She would drive around for hours
with her blinkers turned on,
they would race back, and for wards,
until the rain had finely gone.
Her brakes were absolute magic,
when pulled up to a halt,
then a funny sort of sound would come,
as if it was saying" that's not my fault"
This lovely car of ours
was just a little dream,
driving down the highway,
with headlights on full beam.
Every time it rained,
she always looked so bright,
even if we were driving,
all through the night.
The chrome on her bumper,
shone like the stars in the sky.
Then everything would change,
as soon as the weather turned dry,
she was hard to get started,
because her battery wouldn't charge.
So jump leads were needed,
with a push,shove and a barge.
We went on our holidays
when the weather was fine.
We always prayed for rain,
so we would arrive there on time.
In Seventy Six there came a heat wave,
and the weather was boiling hot.
The same thing happened,
to our Jam Jar!
and she died there on the spot.
