Oh Audi, sweet Audi,

My lovely little car,

You have your fair share of dents

And your engine is somewhat subpar.

You need four new tires,

And an engine belt too,

And the trim that hangs off you

Can’t be fixed with just glue.

Your steering is not straight,

And your gears sometimes slide,

And your axles need realigning;

Your wheels spin slightly on their sides.

Your carpets are stained,

Some of your dash lights have quit,

And the driver’s side floor mat

Has a fish hook stuck in it.

(No one knows.)

Yet your engine runs well,

And your handling’s great,

Which is quite fun to exploit,

In the winding canyons of this state.

And your trunk space is crazy,

Big enough to fit me,

And part of the seat can pull down

So you can fit skiis.

I love you so far,

And though it’s a close call,

I think maybe the Germans

Had it right after all.