Burgundy and big
Kind of like           a boat

It’s not too easy to drive
It can be hard to                grasp on
She never        really asked for it
They     had    to improvise
They had to      persuade    her

It was hard for her to     visualize
Yet, she     generated and sculpted    a love for it
Her son      hit     another car with it
After that we can say             it was no longer his car

It reminds her of her past cars
The ones that she had      in Germany

The car is old
But she     loves     it so
It gets her         where she wants to go
It’s    not the most      pleasing
But she     loves     it so

The burgundy station wagon