the engine
won't turn over.
the car won't start,
i keep cranking it,
pumping the pedal,
talking sweetly
to it, whispering into
her ear.
come on baby, come on,
turn over.
here we go, Betty.
don't make me beg
for it.
but there's no juice
in the battery.
yes, i call her Betty.
i've named the car after
my ex-wife,
because they are so
much alike
on a cold frosty day.
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