Truck poem!

Theres only one, but its perty good.

My old truck.


My old truck is a mean machine.
Spray painted black to cover the green.

My brother saw it and called it a beast.
Go against my truck it'll make yours a feast.
Logs and boulders, trees and lakes.
It'll go over what ever it takes.
Just two wheel drive, that's all it needs.
Full size trees are like little weeds.

Big old tires with lotsa meat.
No doubt about it, can't be beat.
With an auto tranny and bucket seats,
It'll even beat the one that cheats.
Chopped the top down to the door.
Under the hood is a 454.
Solid metal from end to end,
Hugs the road on every bend.

Step on the gas and watch the wheels turn,
Flip the switch marked afterburn!
Flames from the tail pipes, rumblin' sound.
Shakes your bones right to the ground.

Chevy power is the best.
My old truck sure beats the rest.
My old trucks a mean machine,
Better watch out when it's on the scene.

In honor of my 69 Chevy truck.

Like a rock!

...David...

Just wait till it's dun!

© 1997 daxloves@oocities.com --------------

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