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Mistress of Metal

Updated on November 29, 2011
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My First Hot Rod

I’ll never forget, the day that we met
her top was all torn she looked quite a mess
I look at her front, then at her rear
then I imagined, where we’d be in a year

As I took her home she wept all the way
she kicked and hesitated like she wanted to stay
with her temperature rising and creating a scene
grumbling with neglect she sounded quite mean

I removed her torn top and exposed the abuse
I wiped my hand gently, she ripped my skin loose
poor mistress of metal who did this to you
was it the man that you left, or you haven’t a clue

You need not worry, you’re now in my keep
I’ll clean you up slowly you no longer will weep
I’ll wash your sweet body, clear straight to your heart
and mend your tired joints, that are falling apart

To young for the grave, too young to let go
in time I will reap the seeds that I sew
We’ll fix that loud rumble and make you sound mean
dress you up hot, like a sexy drag queen

I’m clearly devoted you steal my spare time
but look at you sparkle, look how you shine
days have just vanished from dawn till dusk
when I lay my head down I smell your sweet musk

Tonight’s the night to paint the town red
not a place we can go where your won’t turn some heads
I’ll slide in you slowly and treat you real nice
warm you from inside, your shifter’s like ice

The cool autumn night keeps your temperature true
I could drive you all night till the early morning dew
your transmission’s shifting just a little too quick
second gear chirp with one touch of your stick

I turned my head slowly, felt a cold hard stare
he’s just asking for trouble, from an angry old bear
she purrs like a kitten with rage of a bull
massive torque to the wheels with serious pull

Mistress of metal she’s a killing machine
no high octane here just straight gasoline
she’ll wipe out the best Mustang’s and Z’s
Corvette for lunch and Lotus to its knees

My mistress of metal she caused such a stir
her beauty and poise, all eyes are on her
with her 427 and Detroit locker rear diff
four on the floor, she corners quite stiff

She skips around corners like a little school girl
ask her to play and she’ll make your hair curl
broken down and battered like an old pair of jeans
from a damsel in distress to a sexy drag queen

Mistress of metal it was love at first sight
from the ad in the paper to the drive home that night
I remember it well with a beer in my hand
checking your engine, body and floor pans

Mistress of metal we make quite a team
together so long, forever it seems
a lesson I learned, I want you to know
I’m reaping rewards from the seeds that I sew

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      moonfairy 4 years ago

      you're welcome....xoxo

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      Eddie Carrara 4 years ago from New Hampshire

      Thanks Sin :)

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      moonfairy 4 years ago

      Once again you surprise me! this is great =)

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      Peter Geekie 5 years ago from Sittingbourne

      Not normally a great one for poems but I'll make an exception in this case - very well written and combining two interests.

      Voted up

      Kind regards Peter

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      Eddie Carrara 6 years ago from New Hampshire

      Thanks Nialee, to me she was one of a kind, all the other hot rods were Camaros, Mustangs, Z28s, and Firebirds. There I was, driving a 66 Mercury, no one even knew what kind of car it was when I pulled up to the pump. There wasn't a gas station I pulled into where someone would ask " what kind of car is that?". Glad you liked it :)

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      NiaLee 6 years ago from BIG APPLE

      And your mistress of metal is just red hot like fire!!! Would you lend it??? LOL

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      NiaLee 6 years ago from BIG APPLE

      That is an awesome poem for a carr...oops your mistress of metal. I understand you, I have my passions too. And when it comes to thoe days, tell me about that!!!

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      Eddie Carrara 6 years ago from New Hampshire

      Hey ghost32, thanks! Her roof was vinyl and all torn up, when I lifted up the vinyl, the metal was all rusted, I wiped my hand across her top and she bit me. Lol.

      Dr Bill, glad I could bring you back in time a little. I have my original pictures of my mistress but I need to go through thousands of pic’s to fine them, when I find them I'll add them to the hub.

      poshcoffeeco, thank you , that is very flattering, but it was straight from my heart and a awesome memory, so it was easy to write. I loved those days! No responsibilities!!! Lol

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      Steve Mitchell 6 years ago from Cambridgeshire

      Very very good. Some great lines here. It must have taken you ages to get down.One of the best flowing pieces I have read on HP. Vote up and awesome.

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      Bill Tollefson 6 years ago from Southwest Florida

      Awesome pictures. Use to drag race when I was much younger. Thanks for bring back some memories.

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      Ghost32 6 years ago

      Dang, this is AWESOME! Plenty of great lines, too, but if I had to pick one:

      "I wiped my hand gently, she ripped my skin loose"

      Up and Across.