Nice times when we weren't Mercurians
Christmas time,We never rolled so tight
Except when the car was cemented in snow
Our seam,Who knew we wouldn't get along
We thought Amanda's new boyfriend would kill it
At least we ain't in Detroit
What is the sum of 8 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.