Toyota

Shame to take you out and shoot you, after all these miles my friend,
But there comes a time in life when all good things come to an end;
It has been since start of Redvers that we journeyed on this way,
Thought you'd make four hundred thousand, but you've seen some better days.

People think I fog mosquitoes when I turn your engine on;
There are two holes in your muffler; driver’s handle's long since gone;
Heater fan's no longer working; in the summer I have a heat;
And you cough, and hack, and stutter, as your spark plugs miss a beat.

There are three cracks in your windshield – I can see but not that good;
And the trunk no longer opens (pull a string – don't think I should);
I can smell exhaust within you; and the lighter doesn't light,
So I ran an outside cable though it's not a pretty sight.

I can still push up to limit as I cruise on down the road,
But you grind, and squeal, and scrape, each time I stop (not under load);
Shocks have long since ceased to function; and those rubber boots are cracked;
So I'll get my fifty dollars and be satisfied with that

Maybe then I'll go to dinner, a "retirement feast' with her,
For she drove you while out working, chauffeured grandkids – boy and girl;
I drove back and forth for mother as we eased her lonely days;
Holidays were something special – mountains scenes and family stays.

I checked out the scenes for novels, tuned them up to get them right;
I dictated many poems; made some artwork (made me bright);
I would fetch my wife at noon time so together we could eat;
Fetched some groc'ries; shopped for Christmas; went to concerts; friends we’d greet.

So it's now farewell, dear auto, you'll be cut up soon for parts;
Then your chassis will be melted ’fore a new adventure starts;
I feel sad to bid farewell (for you've still ten thousand clicks),
But discretion is the watchword – now I'll take some other pix.

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