Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Chris.
A poor urbanite who has finally found some bliss.
It seems one night after talkin' with the wife,
She said, "We've waited long enough, let's bring one to our life."
MG, that is.
B type! No Hype!
Just last year 48 hundred was too tough,
I offered 35, they said, "That's just not enough!"
They parked it on the street one too many times,
And the bad guys added it to their list of crimes.
Vandalism, that is.
Slashed top. No cop.
The owners called us up and asked "Do you still want the car?"
We went to check it out, it's really not that far.
Well, the next thing you know, a deal had been struck,
I gathered up a friend and borrowed a big truck.
Towed, that is.
Wouldn't start. Rented a cart.
Once I got her home, I cleaned my beauty out.
I was so happy I couldn't force a pout.
And just a few parts later I took her for a spin,
It was a better high than you get from home-made gin!
Cruisin', that is.
Safety Fast. What a blast!
Ya'll drive careful now, ya hear!
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