Garage Car

There's a garage in our home,

Behind the garden's loam.

It's often of dirt and dusty,

And my grandpa's car which is old & rusty.

The room is deprived of air and sunshine,

For it is scary and dark.

Which has walls of black marks, 

And, I can listen to small insects that hark

One day, I sneaked there to see the old car.

It has two wide eyes right above its bumper,

Being careful, I looked at its window

To check for any ghost info.

I perceived the car crying for petrol.

I remembered my grandpa saying,

"The car is lucky and used to accelerate.

And kept on going, Roll and Roll".

I was keen to know about the lucky car 

And want my father to drive it.

Alas, the next day it was sold

At a hefty price, my father told me.

My mom cleaned the garage,

And we lodged a brand new car there. 

I felt that it went away from me far,

To my surprise, it was my same lucky car!