At least I have my wheels, my vehicle,
My shiny, faithful, always trusty, steed.

When she treats me well, she’s
    My sweet machine,
    My cherry ride,
    My shiny sweet serene.

But when she’s fickle or broken down, she’s
    My god damn,
    My rust bucket,
    My infernal,
    My death trap,
    My garbage scow.

She’s the kind that can’t decide.
So I sometimes curse and I
   sometimes ride.

She’s my beautiful, shiny, sweet, serene
Or a malignant pain, my life’s bane.

–LE