Ode to Bertha

A tribute to my (dead) car.

Ode to Bertha

 

My big, brown, beautiful babe

You had a wide bumper

Sucked a lot of gas

But hauled lots of friends

 

How you died makes me cry

Multiple times when we stopped

First at a stop sign in the city

Last at a stop lights on the highway

 

You had to go

We had to sell you

Brought you back to life once

You’re high maintenance to keep up

 

We kept you in the family

From Grandpa and his sister you began

You never quit on them

Is it cause of your age?

 

Too many times you died on me

Time for you to go

You’re big, you’re brown, and you’re beautiful