poem ( now you do not need to squint)

                                                          The leaves
are changing,
                                                                 and
the nights are cold,
                                                           my Sprite's
getting dusty,
                                                                 and
the gas getting old.

                                                          I spend more
time in the garage,
                                                                 than
I do outside,
                                                          staring at
the Sprite,

dreaming of a drive.

                                                          My wife
doesn't get it,
                                                                and
the snow falls down,
                                                          only the
warmth of spring,
                                                                can
turn this around.

                                                          Now is the
time,
                                                                I must
confess,
                                                          to get out
the wire
                                                                and
make that new Harness!

                                                          I say this
without pride,
                                                               as it
ain't no joke,
                                                          cause with
the old one... well,
                                                               I have
let out the SMOKE!


                                                              The
other Brad........