Sunday, July 03, 2011
Shall I Compare B to Another's A
Shall I Compare B to Another's A (by Sherrie Lee/June 26th, 2011)
When paint's assembly application fades
An automobile's old transmission whines
Is it too late to wax on over trades,
Or wax off expletives at rusty lines?
All cars' surfaces bow too soon to age,
Then shinier vehicles park up close;
Even Shakespeare's coach took leave of the stage,
But if it runs is it all that morose?
A driver lacking wheels considers worse;
Perhaps he has his health for A to B,
Though on hot days he'd rather drive a hearse;
And off he cries, From A to not point B:
Where some desire the latest car or truck,
And others just don't give a flying fuck.
An automobile's old transmission whines
Is it too late to wax on over trades,
Or wax off expletives at rusty lines?
All cars' surfaces bow too soon to age,
Then shinier vehicles park up close;
Even Shakespeare's coach took leave of the stage,
But if it runs is it all that morose?
A driver lacking wheels considers worse;
Perhaps he has his health for A to B,
Though on hot days he'd rather drive a hearse;
And off he cries, From A to not point B:
Where some desire the latest car or truck,
And others just don't give a flying fuck.
# posted by Sherrie @ 6:55 AM 
