One car, two car, red car, blue car. Slow car, no car, fast car, NASCAR. Cars on the highway, cars in the driveway, cars going no way, cars out all day. Road trip, day trip, far trip, no trip. Rest stop, shop stop, red stop, pit stop. One car, two car, red car, blue car.
Some collect, some race. It is a tool of transportation that gets people from place to place. Fancy or simple, new or old; a car is a car, no matter the mold. Some take it for granted, some see it as pride. There are cars everywhere, in our land that is so wide. Nothing is close together, in the Midwest of my home. There are acres and acres of farmland, so it is easy to roam. I get lost a lot, I admit I do. But I call and get directions from (usually) my mom, it’s true. Anywhere I am, she can look it up. She’ll lead back to the road I missed, which is really handy.
There are many types of automobiles, and each have different appeals. Trucks are cool and can be bigger than you think; they are handy on a farm but are never paired with pink. Minivans are great, especially if a family is involved; ours now even has swivel seats—look how much they’ve evolved! Cars seem to be most common, but there is so much diversity. Name a make, style, and color, and still you’ll get differences…like, at least thirty. There are the small sporty ones, and the heavier-looking other ones. There are classic cars and cars for the starts, they are really small mini-cars and really fast racing cars. There are different brands and different makes. There are beat-up cars with rust, and beat-up cars without breaks. A car is taken care of, because it makes things difficult if not. A car likes a full stomach and working parts, or else it’ll give you its snot.
One car, two car, red car, blue car. Slow car, no car, fast car, NASCAR. Cars on the highway, cars in the driveway, cars going no way, cars out all day. Road trip, day trip, far trip, no trip. Rest stop, shop stop, red stop, pit stop. One car, two car, red car, blue car.
Smiling always, Anna =)^2
Anna E. Meyer 