"Ode to the Death Trap"

This is the story, one you might know about the fabled Death Trap with friends Wrath and Bullet in tow. What is the Death Trap? It's a Ford Econoline. When there's wreaths in the back it smells like pine. It's a humongous van with Herculean strength. It tore the hood off a Metro and must be about 30 feet in length. The Death Trap's hard to miss, being huge and brown in color. From the way it looks on the outside, it must have a very ripe odor. With the van's great size it's a huge hunk o' junk. Being made in the year 1985 it was inborn with da funk. When it's cold and when we stop the engine will always die. But getting the engine going again is like cutting a slice of pie. Everyone stares at the Death Trap which makes me feel proud. They admire and are jealous of my van since the engine and stereo are so loud. Even though I love the Death Trap and everybody else does too, I still think it's a piece of crap and from this poem... wouldn't you?