Poor Chevy

 Have you heard of our misfortune?

Have you heard of our hard luck?

Have you heard of how we were left

Alone – with just our truck?

Sit you down and listen to my tale of woe –

Take a towel ready for the tears will surely flow.

Round the curve and over the hill, all at once we spied

Another car approaching us from the other side.

No time to think – no place to go –

Quick — into the bank of snow.

The engine stopped – the tension grew –

We were doomed, that we all knew.

Seconds like hours – with breath abated –

As we sat, and waited, and waited –

Up and on – I see it now –

Up and on – toward us – KER-POW!

Against that door poor Armand struggled,

Vainly – yet with all his might

Would not budge – for against it

The mudguard jammed up tight.

The radiator held its water,

But a wonder that it “oughter”

‘Cause against it, fan was crumpled -

Like a piece of paper – rumpled.

The headlight was so bent

You could see where you “had went”

And the grill was broken up

Like a babe’s first china cup.

George’s head found glass was hard,

The windshield – it was cracked.

Thank heavens, ‘twas only twisted steel,

The bones remained intact.

The cops, they came, and the “Staties”, too.

Our friends from the farm were “to the rescue”.

They measured feet and measured inches,

Shoveled snow and loosened clinches –

Sent her once more on her way –

That poor injured Chevrolet!