I know it’s cold, dear Oldsmobile, but still,
You cranked right up just yesterday, so why
Have you decided to defy my will
Today? Your battery’s fully charg’d, and I
Took pains to fill your gas tank to the brim.
No wires have shorted out beneath your hood,
Th’ignition tries to spark awake your vim
And vigor. Truly, everything is good!
So is it something careless I have said
Which may have hurt your feelings? If that’s so,
I understand that anger thus has led
To sullenness and mute intransigence.
Forgive me, please, for I was in the wrong.
Let us make up, and get to moving on.