Making Up With My Car
By larry r linville

Before dawn I snuck out to the car
and sat in the driver’s seat with glee
backed out and put the car in drive
and then the car started speaking to me.

It apologized for its rudeness
when it knew I was feeling depressed
and suggested we had some issues
which really had to be addressed.

I could tell my dear car felt some guilt
at the cold fender it gave to me
and sense I’m a forgiving fellow
I took steps to make it guilt free.

Then the radio began to play
sweet music which comforted me well
then my turn signal was on too long
and I had to listen to a bell.

When I drove the car back in drive
and thanked my car and got out the door
and we agreed we’d never argue
since now we had settled the score.