Oh, precious van of navy blue,
With seats so wide and space so great,
We fondly do remember you,
As this Monday thou didst finally break.
We reminisce of car trips past,
Of sleepless sleeps in the narrow footwell,
Of the stuffy back where no AC didst blast,
and Aaron's "rosy," footish smell.
Thou hast carried us to Disneyworld, Utah, and Kansas
Withstood wood, boy scouts, and bandits,
Surely no other car has merit
To compare with that of thee, Oh V-8 chariot.
Mother says that this is our last 15 passenger,
All we can say, is thanks for the ride.
You will be missed by all who have ridden thee,
And by the squirrels which in your vents did abide.
And so, valiant warrior, we bid thee adieu,
With tears for the "blue bullet," that will no longer run,
But though thine earthly travels are now over,
Thy greatest journey has just begun!
A little Eulogy for our sadly out-of-commission van. It's engine was going, and it broke towing 15 scouts to camp.
5 comments:
This is amazing. What are you majoring in at the Y, again? Seriously, Melinda. I am moved. Beyond words.
What car is next? A Suburban? I never thought I would see the day of the last 15-passenger.
No car is next. We're just going to make do with what we have...
Some of these rhymes are truly awful. Oh well, best I could do at 11:00 at night.
No car is next. We're just going to make do with what we have...
Some of these rhymes are truly awful. Oh well, best I could do at 11:00 at night.
That was an eloquent lament. At this the latest 15 passenger didn't smell like rotting wood, wasn't bright baby blue (and thus probably could not be seen from the space shuttle), didn't have a large dent in the side, and had air conditioning that worked relatively well.
I am disheartened at the loss of the van. But your poetry cheered me up!
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