Death of a Car

Once upon a time,
there was a white car.
It was just like all the other white cars out there.
It got you where you needed to go,
and it never quit,
not once.

There once was such a car-
it was mine.
I took it everywhere with me,
to the grocery store and shopping-
I took it to school with me,
and more.
But sadly now-
my car is no more.

Don't worry,
don't fret,
it's still alive,
you see.
But the stupid guys at the inspection company,
said it's not good enough for me.

It was good enough to get me home,
everytime i needed to get home.
It was good enough to take me to school,
and kept me safe each time.
It was good enough to miss the telephone pole,
and the fence,
as it glided across the field that day,
keeping me safe and sound,
behind its black, leathery wheel-
Because that car is the best car,
a girl could ever have.

But the guys at the inspection company,
they said it's not that cool.
The ball-joints aren't tight enough,
and the lights don't work so well, too.
I tried to tell them
i fixed them already.
They said it's too late.
My car's just a pile of rubble.
Sitting there in the parking lot,
immobile.
Unable to leave.

So even when you think your car is the most reliable there is,
remember the sad, sad story-
of my Nissan's failing grade.