The Car

This is a poem about a man and his car.

I woke up in the morn
And then got the car
Old since I was born
And the door was ajar

Drove for the wife
To get her some blossoms
For the love or my life
Why does the road have possums?

Got her the blossoms
And then took the heat
Because when I lost them
There was nothing to meet

We met on the beach
For a fireside chat
Boy, was my face red
When she brought out the cat