Love Poem: Minuanaetta - On the Scrapheap of Life
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Written by: Jan Allison

Minuanaetta - On the Scrapheap of Life

ON THE SCRAPHEAP OF LIFE When we married you got my engine running, but now I want to sleep I’ve just failed my annual service, you said my defects ran too deep My sleek curves have lost their polish, I’m destined for the scrapheap So you’re trading me in for a younger model, now I just sit and weep Because this once racy little motor you no longer want to keep My once classy chassis you always used to admire I’ve got many miles to go, maybe I just need a hot wire With some gas in my tank we could re-ignite the fire But my body is rather dented, and I’ve gain a spare tire The trusty mechanics say they’ll work both day and night To ensure that my engine is running just right I’ll be in showroom condition and look a delight After many years, there’s bound to be wear and tear So please don’t trade me in or keep me as a spare! When my intermittent faults are fixed I’ll be going at full throttle! My defects can be reversed, although it won’t be cheap when the wheels are in motion, you’ll be filled with desire all revved up, honey I’ll be giving you the green light My engine is still running, I just need to know you care If you toss me on the scrapheap… I’ll break down and hit the bottle Minuanetta Contest Sponsored by Gregory R Barden 2/21/18