Poem 71 - The Old Rusty Car

The Old Rusted Car Was Janky

It looked as dirty as an unwashed hankie

Still Mr. Smith just was in love with his car

But usually it would break down on the way and won't go far

One day on his way to office he met colleague on the street

Mr. Smith told his colleague "Well in my car you can take a seat"

Into the old dirty car went the neat and tidy man

But when he smelt the car's atmosphere he almost ran

Mr. Smith's Driving was awfully bad

It almost made his colleague go mad

"Scooch over please I will drive" said the colleague politely

Colleague tried to drive and almost hit into a tree

"Hasn't your car got any brakes" asked his office mate

The angry colleague said "This car has to be thrown at any rate"

Very late both of them reached the office

An important meeting they did miss

Boss had a conniption over their lateness

But still Mr. Smith's car is in a mess

To each other the Colleague and Mr. Smith didn't speak

Mr. Smith to the colleague, forgiveness he didn't seek

-Gaurang Rao