I ken ‘tis cold, dear Oldsmobile, but still,
Thou crank’st right up just yesterday, so why
Hast thou decided to defy my will
Today? Thy batt’ry’s fully charg’d, and I
Took pains to fill thy gas tank to the brim.
No wires have shorted out beneath thy hood,
Th’ignition tries to spark awake thy vim
And vigor. Truly, everything is good!
Mayhap ‘tis something careless I have said
Which might’st have hurt thy feelings? If ‘tis so,
I fully wot that anger thus has led
To mutiny and mute intransigence.
Forgive me, please, for I was in the wrong.
Let us make up, and get to moving on.