My Hunt For A Used Truck

Buying a used truck has been my dream.

I'm excited; my eyes have a gleam.

I had steered my car into a ditch.

Now I hear salesmen present their pitvh.

The salesmen showed me struck after truck.

A few were driven into the muck.

Some were built for show; the chrome did shine.

The choice of the truck to buy-all mine.

Rusted trucks - monument to the past.

Each dent and scratch - memories that last.

I got in a truck that rattled loud,

Traveled many miles on bumpy ground.

Thre were losse floorboards; a sagging door.

The engine coughed; then caught with a roar.

It spoke to me although it ws faint.

I will give it a coat of fresh paint.

This rusty truck now belongs to me.

Though it has scars, its beauty I see.

I paid cash for it; the price was low.

More than a few places we will go.