The car always stops to flirt

The car always stops to flirt

Whenever the car sees a lady crossing the road,

Irrespective of her age, the busy ness,

It stops.

Watches the lady cross with a frown or a grin,

With a renewed gas, it starts sometimes honks imagine!

When a beggar is crossing the road,

The car stops and lets the beggar pass,

Sometimes it begs and drags him into the class,

A broad smile a sexy invite, come aboard,

He sits relaxed; the car gets its alms of sin

With a renewed gas, it starts sometimes honks imagine!

I drive my car without a car,

Where I flirt with not a bar,

The car always loses in race,

Withdraws within, without a trace!


There is so much one can do with what one has or hasn't...where is the time to fight...just planting a thought.