DEW - Ode to the best vehicle ever made <3
Gen, poetry, no angst this time, 120 words
She’s lean, she’s mean, she’s a hero machine
Rumbling low and gleaming clean.
Her tyres grip the road like iron-shod hooves,
She turns on a dime and knows all the right moves.
War chariot, trail wagon, trusty steed
She’s loyal and attentive to every need.
Cradle and hearse, ambulance, bus;
All-purpose, all the time, minimum fuss.
She’s Baby, a lady, companion, lover
(Chuck made some really strange worlds; don’t judge her).
A black winged Nemesis hurled by the Fates,
Roaming protector of forty nine States*.
She’s been remodelled from engine to brakes,
Fixed just as many times as it takes,
But spiritually more than the sum of her parts;
A roof for their heads and a home for their hearts.
*She hasn't been to Hawaii.
She’s lean, she’s mean, she’s a hero machine
Rumbling low and gleaming clean.
Her tyres grip the road like iron-shod hooves,
She turns on a dime and knows all the right moves.
War chariot, trail wagon, trusty steed
She’s loyal and attentive to every need.
Cradle and hearse, ambulance, bus;
All-purpose, all the time, minimum fuss.
She’s Baby, a lady, companion, lover
(Chuck made some really strange worlds; don’t judge her).
A black winged Nemesis hurled by the Fates,
Roaming protector of forty nine States*.
She’s been remodelled from engine to brakes,
Fixed just as many times as it takes,
But spiritually more than the sum of her parts;
A roof for their heads and a home for their hearts.
*She hasn't been to Hawaii.