Ode to a Jeep

Ode to a Jeep

Created of dark and sinister bits,
napping fatly by the curb,
when little bird droppings drizzle
it remains undisturbed.

O the Jeep, metal monster,
not easily roused from rest.
A few twists of the keypin
into its deep, Jeepy chest
and it rumbles and grumbles
and jerks and starts.
All along producing its
unceasing fumes - merciless farts.
Bumbling, still grumbling,
it huffs along the drag,
whimpering when it slows,
pitching when it hits a snag.

O the Jeep,
with quenchless thirst,
of all the earth's parasites,
is this not the worst?