This car is great for picking up honies.
You will be getting a great deal for your money.
It is a baby blue convertible Mustang.
It drives like it has wings.
Five thousand dollars will be taken and no returns.
It is your own fault if you get burned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even cars become humoristic and poetic When a good poet treats their use and esthetics. Thanks Lamar, enjoyed.