My car
She stands about five inches tall
from the ground, but I love the way she calls
With that loud roar
She can be heard from afar
She has a well looking core
But on the inside, she's on par
She may be needy
for I love it when she's speedy
You may have to buy her four shoes
But she can later make others looke like fools
She likes to be fed
Just like she likes to wear red
She may be old
But she will never be sold
When it comes to the streets
You can hope to be beat
This poem is about:
My family
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