Women are like cars.
You've got new models, classics, clunkers, and the rare ones.
Some won't get you anywhere, some will crash and burn, and some will take you for the ride of your life.
Some have nice headlights and others have junk in the trunk. It's not just the body that counts, you've got to look what's under the hood too. That's the real power of her.
When you find the right one for you, you have to put work into things for them to run smoothly.
You have to try to fix things when they go wrong, you can't ignore it or she'll break down on you. That means regular maintenance and taking care of her. She can sometimes get overheated, you just have to patiently wait for her to cool down.
You have to turn her on and warm her up to get her going. ;)
And if you're really good to her, she'll always take you down the road you want to be.
Lol, more of analogy than a poem. I created this for my ex who was obsessed with cars and didn't understand women. Lesson learned, he always bought new cars before finishing the original project....heh.
