What is that sound? Chug, chug, putt, putt.
We need to know…It smells like soot.
I guess we can’t delay this now,
We need to get this fixed, and how.
You take it in and they do say,
Hey! Live bait here – we’ll make them pay.
We’ll keep them guessing room to room.
And while they’re at it, the bill will zoom.
So, while we wait, repairs are done.
But, they’ll explain, “We made it run.”
A small, trite thought, when you leave the lot.
Your car breaks down on that very spot.
It’s sad, but true, when you need repair.
You try to look, but can’t find one who’s fair.
And if you’re a gal, then for sure you’re sunk,
Cause often your repairman seems to be a punk.
If you, like we, Murphy’s Law live by,
It makes you sick, makes you want to cry.
This old byline of fact, is in effect,
If you need your car fixed, go to the dealer, direct.
If anything can go wrong with a car, we will know,
Because it will be us who have been towed.
One thing upon another, sometimes we say “Enough”!
It’s sure that owning a car can be truly rough.