Ode to My Car

While driving to an appointment this afternoon in clost to 90 degree weather with no air conditioning, I got to thinking: "Why do I like this car?" or better yet "Do I like this car?" The answers: a resounding "I don't think I do" and "No." But, since I can't afford a new one, I figured the best I could do was to write an epic Haiku inspired by the wonder that is my 1997 Chevy Cavailer--



Chevy Cavalier
You are my one and only
Why do you hate me?

Cracks in the windshield
Are they from semis or rocks?
I can see-- almost.

Air Conditioning
Why have you forsaken me?
Blows air-- just not cold.

Paint rusting away
Does it give it character?
Gold sucks anyway.

Fan belt whistling
It sings such a chirpy song
Lets me know it's there.

Chevy Cavalier,
You are my one and only.
At least you still run.

--ry

PS. That isn't actually my car. It looks much worse than that...