| It’s time to go out for a drive, Wind in our face makes us feel cool. While the sun warms up your insides. Mixing to make us feel alive. There is simply one problem, when; It’s time to go out for a drive. If your best ride is a classic, Repair is certain to threaten! Ping! Clang! To the shoulder we go. Oh, old Firebird, didn’t you know? It’s time to go out for a drive. Instead... we’ll just wait for a tow. The mechanic says, “Here’s the thing…” “She’s an ol’ gal, you broke her spring.” It’s a wrecker, but no one cares! It’s time to go out for a drive. Line Count: 16 Use these three words in your poem: spring, repair, threaten Forms: Quatern ▶︎ |