The Partywagon (Ode to a Stationwagon from Times Long Past)

Oh, Partywagon, your two-toned hues,

A souvenier of the seventies, lose

Their proud luster as each year passes

And your kind appear less and less in the masses


But though you aren't thought as cool

As the other, newer cars, you're a jewel,

A gem of ancient culture long gone

And you are our very own Partywagon


In the rain, your tires are sliding;

You're a blur of mud, rust, and wood-panel siding


And so, we know, this is you're last wreck;

You carried us through high school's trek;

We know you've finally had your day

And we watch the junk-man tow you away

The End

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