My First Car

I shall never forget when I turned sixteen,

I bought my first car, a sight to be seen.

It was rusty in spots and dirty in other,

The engine ran, but the body, oh brother!


My Mom helped me paint it, red was the color,

Took three quarts of paint, each cost a dollar.

When we were done it sure stood out bright,

I polished the chrome so it glistened at night.


I was the center of attention when I drove to school,

The kids hung around but I had one rule.

No one else could drive my coup,

If they got hurt I’d be in the soup.


My grand pop said with your car full of gas,

You’ll be surprised how many friends you’ll amass.

But if your car breaks down watch the gang disappear,

   The ones remaining are true friends and sincere.