Ode To A Garage

The garages in my neighborhood are filled to capacity.

Oh no, not with cars; one would fit in only miraculously.

I suppose there are tires or engine parts in boxes or on shelves

Boundless discoveries can be made, pending how deeply one delves.

You will find all kinds of junk in disarray and not very appealing

But if you take delight in hoarding, one look and you’d be reeling.

As for me, I am the garage owner who likes to keep his car inside.

The family has learned by now this is one rule they must abide


Huge Garage Sale

The residents will soon be moving.

There is lots of miscellaneous and

still useable items.

Some old growth redwoods

and fishable seas, some

breathable air

and unpolluted shores,

bargains galore so

Ode To My Garage

The day had come,

The decision made.

The door went up,

And stuff fell out.

Oh what have I done?

Why was today the day?

Where do I start?

What should I do first?

Garage Sale

Mrs. O’Leary from down the street

Owned a Chevy and also a Dodge.

She must’ve sold them both, I guess.

Why else would she sell her garage?

A Car Guy’s Christmas Poem

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and in the garage

There sat in the corner, a classic old Dodge

My sixty nine Charger, near ready to go

To all of next season’s burnouts and shows

Its perfect black body, with a white R/T stripe

Red leather interior, the seats are just right

A pistol grip shifter coming up through the floor

Now hooked to a six speed, not five, and not four.

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