My 1975 Bug

My younger brother Todd recently celebrated his birthday and I dusted off my poetry skills and wrote him a poem for his birthday. Todd has been driving old Volkswagen Beetles for several years now and we've had many interesting adventures with them. I took several of those adventures and incorporated them into this poem. So, I guess you could say this poem is based on a true story. Those of you driving bugs will understand.

Todd's 1975 Super Beetle

My 1975 Bug

Now Ali Baba had his forty thieves,

and a treasure in a secret hold.

And Midas had his special touch

That turned everything into gold.

Aladdin had a genie in a lamp

That he carried on a flying rug.

But I wouldn't trade a single one for my 1975 Bug!

The brake cable came from my old bike

And the seat belts from some old bus.

If it stalls once or twice in the turning lane,

No reason to raise a fuss!

The horn can bleat all by itself

When it comes around a curve,

But when you turn the key for the 18th time,

I just love to hear her purr.

She may be over twice my age,

But she's still the love of my life.

Any woman that doesn't love my bug

Could never be my wife!

Yah, she dribbles out on my driveway

And the paint's a bit thin on the hood, 

But when your car turns 40 too

Lets if she looks this good!

She's red on top, and white on the sides

And rust where the sun don't shine.

My bank account is always dry

But I'm so glad she's mine.

So if you see me comin' down the road

Be sure to slug your friend.

'Cause I'll be driving this old bug until the bitter end!

- Tory Norman

July 12, 2013