I took My Car to the

Corner Store

I took my car to the corner store,
to get a loaf of bread;

It turned out to be quite a trip,
when all was done and said.

First I took the doors along,
as they were first at hand;

A trip with each, my heart did pound,
the exercise was grand.

Next I took the hood and trunk,
they easily came undone;

The body posed a bigger task,
it could not be moved as one.

I’ll not tell all, about the chore,
with torch and saw to render;

Suffice to say, when it was done,
I could carry every member.

But for the engine, I had to cheat,
its weight too much for me;

I brought a wagon to the task,
man powered, though, you see.

With fenders, gears and manifolds,
bumpers, clutch and brakes;

My heart and lungs were racing now,
a little rest I’d take.

Oh how I love my motor car,
its chrome and paint do shine;

The neighbours stare as we go by,
I’m so glad that it is mine.

The tires I choose to roll along,
a wonder is the wheel;

After axles tranny and padded seats,
I was ready for my meal.

Alone one man but for his car,
the corner store’s so handy;

I got the bread that I came for,
some cheese and also candy.

The joys of transport are so grand
the world is there to roam;

I took my car to the corner store,,
now I have to take it home.