ODE to a dead van....

Oh glorious broken down van...
How ye never really worked.
How I tried to get you fixed, but was ignored.
You were a god to the clients...
They searched for you every day.
Even though, they could only see you every two weeks.
You were never new, but the owner's old vehicle.
Now that he has a F1500 Ford truck
for his failing penile manhood.
We shall miss the brakes that screeched at each stop.
The blue smoke issuing even within the van itself.
I shall miss the ancient piss stains and mold from Mcdonald's.
You caught fire on mainstreet...
even only after your transmission dropped 2 weeks before. Hmmmm?
We could have crashed and died,
but as we jumped from the flames...
I could not but lament that now I would have to again use my own car
that I would never get reinbursed for mileage...
Oh how cruel fate is...
to work for a penny pincher who needs another ATV for his kids to play on rather then
fix you.
Oh, great provider to appointments and the grocery store...
Fair thee well...
Perhaps we shall meet again, when they restore you with a new paintjob and inform us that we now have a new vehicle...
Sleep well great van...sleep well...