Cars Rolling Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Cars Rolling



The Rolling Cars


They rolled around on,
Tires of rubber,
Yet they moved so fast.
Could the tires ever last?

They carried humans to and froe,
In their lovely interior.
Yet could they,
Speed like lightning?

Rolling cars, oh rolling cars,
I wish you were all mine.
What a parking lot I would need,
To keep them all in line.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: car
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