Motor-Psyche

I looked back in my rear view mirror

And saw such a wonderful sight

A beautiful girl in a red convertible 

Pulling up on my right.

In the mirror she was pert, sweet and blondish

A nymph in a cherry of a ride

But something changed in her facial character

When she pulled the car along side.

Her hair was blown by the highway 

Her eyes sparkled with youth

The tone of her skin was a newborn peach

Her lips were a bow - that's the truth!

The symmetry was gone as our cars aligned

She seemed sweaty and a bit too plump

Her cheeks had the red of hard chewing

More than passing resemblance to a chipmunk.

I drove ahead a bit furiously 

Breaking the limit for speed

I wanted to catch up to the front of her

And see the cute hottie I'd first seen

But no matter what angle I slouched at

(And I nearly drove her off the road,)

I couldn't make cutie or princess again

Out of that roadster toad.

The car gleamed like a promise

And the highway - a soft ribbon to ride

But no squint or tilt or lift or shift

Could restore the beauty inside.

I pulled off at an upcoming gas stop

Following her sparkly wheels

And cornered the swarthy lady

And asked her out for some meals.

We have now been 10 years together

In fact we are man and wife

Though trying in every conceivable way

I can't make her look good - save my life.

 You stare at this end disbelieving 

That I would take such a gal for my bride 

Well the things we do are not pretty

But they make for one hell of a ride!

We meet every night on the highway

As the sun just threatens to go down

And she drives on the right past my car from behind

And I look in the mirror and around.

For in memory's confident fastness

The perfect woman will always be near

And I married the gorgon of my choosing

Off of hope and a dream, not in fear.

If this tale has gone on overlong

And I'm certain it has and it will

The price for a dream and a cushion

Is a gigantic grocery bill.