This is my jalopy
I wish it had a canopy.
In it, I see the past
Never mind that,
It used to be fast.
Years have passed
And it has gone bust
Inside it is a lot of dust
Over it grows a bush
Many times it needed a push.
Today it is manure
It grows vines
It no longer shines
And inside it
My chickens lay eggs
And the children hang rags.
I think, tweet and write.