|That Old Van (standard:poetry, 187 words)|
|Author: jodecieann||Added: Jun 22 2016||Views/Reads: 579/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Written May 2016 for my sons Houston & Ben|
She shook and rattled down the road Fish are biting we were told That old van had little brakes Never kept us from the lake Shoved you 'tween the fishing poles Smelled of worms at 2 weeks old Lied so kids could cut class Dollar for the largest bass Two quarts low & not much gas That old van not too fast Not much tread on the spare The others need some air Doors & windows often stuck Almost grazed a buck Up the hills she lost speed Taught the kids how to lean Chewed our tapes & spit them out We'll make the lake have no doubt A storm soon gathered dust You slept & made no fuss Over you 2 boys did lay For no sand to come your way Swapped your bed for a swing Up the hills that van would ping Talked to her & pat the dash Cars would honk as they passed 'Bout the time you learned to stand Dad taught Ben to drive that rickety van She got old and full of rust That old van sure had our trust! Tweet
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