Cars Through The Years: They All Had Their Names Pt.2 Poem by Frank Avon

And then there was Batmobile:
a dark blue Camaro,
the first of its breed,
with Batman, Batwoman,
and two sturdy Robins,
abetting from the back seat.
B'mobile was a last hurrah,
hail and farewell to youth,
in the era of Adam West and
dah duh-dah duh-dah BATmaannn,
capes a-flying in the breeze
(seen up close, a towel
or one of Mommy's pillowcases) .
So we Bat-four were on our way,
off to affluence (we were sure)
in the hallowed halls of
Old Mizzou - Tiger Country.
Then the sudden snowstorm hit.
He was only a year or so
off the lot, still asparkle,
and suddenly, in three minutes
or less, he was crumpled
in a ditch, his lights still on,
the radio playing, gung-ho
still, the Bat-parents safe
but just barely, at The Hill,
more than halfway home, near midnight,
on I-70 with the anniversary present
they had just purchased
in St. Louis, on the backseat,
a huge table lamp, unbroken,
believe it or not. But B'mobile
totaled, still as sleek as new,
music still playing in the night,
lights still beaming, head-on
in a great big ditch. Zilch!