Sonnet:
To My Favorite Gas Miser
by Elena Santangelo

(with apologies to William Shakespeare)

Shall I compare thee to a Chevrolet?
Thou art more peppy than the Cavaliers.
Rough winds do make Berettas go astray;
The dealer's lease lasts only for three years.
Sometime too hot the wheels of steering get,
And always will the coolest paint job fade
'Neath bird poop plopped upon a slick Corvette,
Plus drops of sap from parking in the shade.
But thy strong drive shall not depreciate,
Nor lose a muffler on a mountain curve,
Nor move too slow upon the interstate
When in the passing lanes. (They have their nerve!)
    So long as pickups leave me in their dust,
    So long may your fair chassis never rust.

Copyright 2010, Elena Santangelo

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