Metal Beast
As the thick oil dripped I quickened my pace
And with a final heave the screw came off
Beads of sweat trailed down my face
So many harsh fumes I stifled a cough
I reached into my pocket for that old dirty rag
To wipe off my hands the grease and grime
To work in this heat is such a drag
But I would no longer waste my time
The task wasn't over no not just yet
I'd have to pour in oil first
The fresh liquid and engine met
The metal beast no longer groaned of thirst
With keys in hand and victory near
I climbed into the car without strife
The purring engine I could almost hear
I turned they key and it sprang to life
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