Ode To A Garage
By Anonymous
The garages in my neighborhood are filled to capacity.
Oh no, not with cars; one would fit in only miraculously.
I suppose there are tires or engine parts in boxes or on shelves
Boundless discoveries can be made, pending how deeply one delves.
You will find all kinds of junk in disarray and not very appealing
But if you take delight in hoarding, one look and you’d be reeling.
As for me, I am the garage owner who likes to keep his car inside.
The family has learned by now this is one rule they must abide So our garage is the one with the car within and the junk without.
Although it does have its share of wayward items stored all about.
Shovels and rakes hang on walls lined with shelves and bins
There’s jars of wire and hooks or nuts and bolts in cookie tins.
And there in the midst of it all, there’s still room for the car
It’s the one achievement I have beat my neighbors by far.
History will eventually pay tribute to people like me
Who stand proud before our garages for all to see.
We do the exhaustive work it takes to keep clean our garages
Then afterwards we hit the spa for hot tubs and body massages.
