What beautiful thick doors
this car has!
Somehow, in the back of my mind,
It feels wrong to like such a pollutive machine
Would break everything I believe in
But then again, something pointless always fits me well
But I am still amazed.
I was duly informed, when I went for a ride
that there was a BREAK FAILURE
and the fuel gauge was more-or-less entirely based on guesswork
but it was the most comfortable, wonderful car ever.
I was so taken!
Saw a lady, walk she down the street.
Came across a water fountain,
Spraying up-straight up and down
Almost wetting her feet.
Quite clear block her path it did
She turned around quite troubled,
Behind her cutting a small fine hedge
A young man face covered with stubble.
And as my glassy big green bus
Sailed by the two
I remember the last I saw
Was that he had some gum to chew.