Sally was a bad *****

Her pristine white coat was masked in a layer of dirt
She rode alongside rebels and freelovers

A warranty was nothing to this big mama as she charged toward unpaved roads
Although she often ran close to falling of she always pulled it together

Her life had little similarity every day a new man or woman
Driving with her to new places

She carried a large load of some fifteen foul smelling mouthed individuals
We weighed her down and she still rode as smooth as a mustang

Sally was a big girl maneuvering swiftly through tight situations with the help of a trusty operator

A hairpin turn was nothing to a girl of this much experience
She was often placed in risky business

When she sojourn through the dunes of the mojave
A new name was given amongst the sandy wastes
Thus making her mojave Sally

Sally’s weight was lifted when our journey ended with her
This is when another man or woman began their journey with her

Sally was a bad *****