My Jalopy

[Helen Cooper]

I have a jalopy, it's squeaky and sloppy,
In the hood there's a dent and the fenders are bent,
When I want to go left I have to turn right,
The lights will go on at all times except night.
The back seat is missing, the front's always hissing,
The windshield is gone and the wheels sing a song.
It has only one door that's held on with some wire,
If I drive it too fast the front catches on fire,
There's a hole in the roof, the rain just pours in,
The one door it has makes a terrible din.
Though it has many faults it's a wonderful car
But don't depend on it to go very far.

[urban dog]

How much do you want for that wonderful dilapidated car?

[Utopia]

You are describing one of my first cars. It was an old Volkswagen fastback that I called Betsy. Water poured in when it rained (some plastic helped) and the seats were worn and loose and it was a battered grey. The passenger door couldn't open and it made funny noises. Thanks for bringing back to those days with your poem!