VWA Poem by john l smithVan
Bought myself an old VW van I thought it could be a plan I’d bought it from an anchorman Who’d imported it from Japan
As it beat its feet upon the street It kept us cold with lack of heat And toiled upon the hot asphalt With a powerplant at near halt
No monster this, a puddy tat Not much meat but lots of fat And tho’ it always air-cooled tried I’m glad to say it finally died
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