Spoiler
Another...quirky...?...poem.
Fine steely-gray interior,
Painted blue above but
Peeling away to show
The craftsmanship, the
Truemanship,
The Man-Has-Made-
With-Love-manship.
They call you junk,
Tease those 70’s styles.
Well radial tires,
Keep on rollin’.
Keep the radio on,
Keep it rockin’,
Rollin’.
Those leather seats
Have known all age,
Keep the party goin’
From the Beach Boy
Daze;
Don’t road in rage,
Just follow the craze,
Fine steely-gray car,
My own dream car
From the Beach Boy daze.
