"clunkers" poems - Hello Poetry

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.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC

lauren-jennifer

Women and Cars

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.

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My crowd isnt the kind who would think of as upscale. But there the kind that might call ya at four in the morning askin could ya post bail. Yeah they may not be driving the latest overpriced sports car. But it's easy to find there soon to be clunkers. Cause there always parked outside the local bar. They'll take there lunch at the strip club. Instead of that country club fair. To hell with the back swing. Cause that dancer at the table's got a hell of a pair. And the opera isnt are thing. But dam if we dont get loud. So happy being messed up welcome to my crowd. I say love thy neighbor just dont get caught. We didnt spend are summers in the hamptons. Puff puff pass was some of the lessons we were taught. Whiskey beer and other accesories i spent most my life with my head in a cannabis laced cloud. Hey I might seem like rehab material to you. But im just a ordinary fella in my crowd.

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Dec 2, 2009

Dec 2, 2009 at 9:25 AM UTC

john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

My Crowd

My crowd isnt the kind who would think of as upscale. But there the kind that might call ya at four in the morning askin could ya post bail. Yeah they may not be driving the latest overpriced sports car. But it's easy to find there soon to be clunkers. Cause there always parked outside the local bar. They'll take there lunch at the strip club. Instead of that country club fair. To hell with the back swing. Cause that dancer at the table's got a hell of a pair. And the opera isnt are thing. But dam if we dont get loud. So happy being messed up welcome to my crowd. I say love thy neighbor just dont get caught. We didnt spend are summers in the hamptons. Puff puff pass was some of the lessons we were taught. Whiskey beer and other accesories i spent most my life with my head in a cannabis laced cloud. Hey I might seem like rehab material to you. But im just a ordinary fella in my crowd.

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The silences, the whispers The sound of the shell The clinkers and the clunkers All join to tell A tale untold, yet never forgotten Of a girl and her beloved Lost in the mirage of the ocean. They sit, they stand They walk, they glide Vouching their love O'er every star and tide Holding hands in trust Making memories right As the world bids farewell And sleeps a good night.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC

freeda-lobo

Moments

The silences, the whispers The sound of the shell The clinkers and the clunkers All join to tell A tale untold, yet never forgotten Of a girl and her beloved Lost in the mirage of the ocean. They sit, they stand They walk, they glide Vouching their love O'er every star and tide Holding hands in trust Making memories right As the world bids farewell And sleeps a good night.

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