The cutest car,
cannot travel very far.
With wheels of sponge,
and seats of fun.
It soaks up bumps with squishy lumps,
Bouncy buckets, fuzzy clad and by the dozen
no tires here, no flats, no fear.
With catchy tunes,
it whistles fumes.
Around the block, it catches gawks
the people flock, to ride and watch
the brakes may squak and need a chalk
but when it goes, youd swear it talked
The more you see, the more you won't.
The cutest car is more than show.
A fine inside and out to match
a second look, you'll never catch.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
The cutest car,
cannot travel very far.
With wheels of sponge,
and seats of fun.
It soaks up bumps with squishy lumps,
Bouncy buckets, fuzzy clad and by the dozen
no tires here, no flats, no fear.
With catchy tunes,
it whistles fumes.
Around the block, it catches gawks
the people flock, to ride and watch
the brakes may squak and need a chalk
but when it goes, youd swear it talked
The more you see, the more you won't.
The cutest car is more than show.
A fine inside and out to match
a second look, you'll never catch.
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