Yellow Motor Carriage - Poem by Connie Yost
She wears sassy little swim suits,
And tooled leather boots,
Jeans that snuggle nicely,
But her car's not worth two hoots!
Her boyfriend's thinking marriage,
But he often feels disparage,
She seems to be distracted,
By a yellow motor carriage.
Applause is wildly theirs,
But they never put on airs,
Though they make a little profit,
At festivals and fairs.
The yellow truck's afforded,
When their music is recorded,
Heard across the air-waves,
And their talents are rewarded.
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