The color was white

but the winter has been hard

even for the cars.

 

“You need to wash it,”

they said to me more than once

“It is a white car.”

 

At last, I listened

and I paid ten whole dollars

to wash the car clean.

 

The very next day

it rained and snowed and rained more

on my so clean car.

 

That is not the end,

as I drove home on wet roads

scowling the whole ride

 

a dirty mean rock

left a chip in my windshield.

Bleeping-bleep rock chip.

 

Yes, this is a drought

(sigh) so I should be thankful

for all the moisture.

 

And am I grateful?

I have no pleasant comment –

ask me later, k?

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