Necropolis of Steel

Lined up in a row, nowhere left to go,

it’s a tale of woe, after their last tow,

All have got some rust, from sittin’ in the dust,

take some parts I must, before they all get crushed.

That Mercury is nice, the Packard’s got some mice,

if I had the price, the Gremlin would suffice.

Over in the weeds, sits a noble steed,

An engine’s what it needs, to get it up to speed.

A Plymouth with some fins, gave Richard Petty wins,

bet someone had chagrin, after blowin’ that engine.

That Pontiac is cool, wrecked by some old fool,

had one at our school, the Quarter Mile to rule.

That Studebaker Hawk, could surely walk the walk,

t’was really quite a shock, a-speedin’ down our block.

There’s an Edsel up on blocks, never earned a gawk,

an Olds that never balked, ‘til the engine got a knock.

Maybe oughta’ shed a tear, seein’ them all rottin’ here,

Sure do miss my yesteryear, dual exhausts in my ear.

LDT Sep 4, ‘20

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