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Ode to My '86 Buick Park Avenue

The first time ever I saw her shine,
I knew this cheap hot-rod, race car'd be mine,
Her inside all warm, red velvety plush,
All cushy and cozy and soft on the tush.
The shell was high gloss and black as the night,
If you looked you'd be shocked that the driver was white,
Specially with music booming loudly with bass,
Sparkly beads of red glass o'er each window place.
But alas, last week - I was late for a meeting,
Drove fast round the Dells, skidding and teetering,
Went to turn right onto First Avenue,
And that was when the timing chain flew.
It slipped a few cogs and everything died,
She wouldn't restart - much cursing I tried,
The valves got all bent and the rods went awry,
Compression was shot down to 10 psi!
With sadness I towed her, (god bless triple A),
To Pat the mechanic, his prognosis: nay,
So it's time for me now to say my goodbye,
As my Buick ascends to car heaven up high.
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But Lo, look afar! I see a great whale,
It's black sure as shit and rides like on rail,
Swishier yet! And takes up two lanes,
A Buick Roadmaster's on sale at Car Main.
- by Barb Pavliscak, 2003