Ode to a Prius

Ode to my Prius

MPG! Oh MPG! I need more fuel economy;
‘Cause my Old Faithful SUV is only getting 23.

So to the dealerships I steal, hoping to procure a deal;
Test drives, hagglin’, rantin’, ravin’, it’s no use, the pros won’t cave in.

Worn out, upset… throw the towel in;
Head for home, fumin’ and scowlin’!

On the way, what do I see? One more car place, called “Mr. Tâ€;
Standing outside, a kindly gent; Oh what the heck, and in I went.

“MPGs? More MPGs? Follow me, sir, if you please;
I’d like you to drive one of our new Gen-3sâ€

It didn’t take long – I signed the deal;
I didn’t get burned, but it wasn’t a steal.

I read the manual to avoid any shticks,
And surfed the web, and learned new tricks.

Now, I top her tank and pump her tires;
I drive past zero while my wife perspires.

I pulse and glide and coast and pamper;
From a stop, I no longer scamper.

“What’s the use?†you question me. But don’t you see?
In my Gen-3, my MPG is fast approaching 63!!


(.....and fun!)

- g