Stratfort junk yard

Shall I compare thou to a motor car
For without energy you can’t go far

I dream one day of filling you up
good, and take you for a ride

I am loyal to you, my four-wheeled bride
you are the junk of my life, I rub

your body and give you spare parts
for I embrace your nature as a car

Stratfort junk yard was originally published on Meandering home