Requiem for my Ride

Yes, I remember the last time I cried.
It was the day that my Myrtle had died.
I can't say that she's the best car I had
But I can say that she wasn't really that bad.
Even though this Saturn had no rings
She really and truly was my Miss Thing.
I used to ride her so good and so hard
But she never complained, 'cuz I was her bard.
Yes, it sometimes sounded like she cried and moaned
But it was done to let me know I wasn't alone.
She was never too hot to handle or too cold to hold.
She was always sweet to me, if truth be told.
But on that fateful day, all I could say was "damn!'
Because like George Michael she went and got Whammed.
Slammed into a car that was jealous of her.
And all I could do was moan after.
Because she was my girl and I was her guy.
And now it is time to say my goodbye.
Aw Myrtle, my car, my girl and my friend
How sad it was to see your life end.
Yet you will always be driving my mind and my heart.
Even if you can no longer manage to start.
So goodbye my honey, my dear, my sweet.
I guess it's time to start using my feet!

Rust in peace, Myrtle.