Temptation on land! I see a beautiful red car
standing alone in the sun
It does not belong to me
maybe, I’ll take it for a run (I wonder)

I am not stealin’
It does not belong to me
But I am so appealin’
It wants to be with me

The balck leather cushions
and the fancy power wheels
Who makes the decisions?
Only the good man who steals

Even on country roads so bumpy
It runs like a wondrous speed machine
I will go hundred and twenty
until it loses lustre and sheen

Its no more a beautiful car
But then, now sun isn’t so hot
I think I will try the black jaguar
Standing next to my spot

PS: Initially I thought I will title it ‘don’t blink at me!’, then what if only cars read it ;)

PPS: peppy's addition:

jaguar you say? wot a nice name,
I know you have power and fame.
featured in movies,ads,what not!
every other car finds you to be hot.

little ole me? how kind of you to ask
at one time in glory i did bask.
might’ve heard of me, had name and fame.
you didnt? oh shoot, thats a shame.

I lie these days in New york,
at those crowded roads you balk.
On broadways musicals, amidst my gang,
I play the role of chitti chitti bang bang.

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speak to me mine was a life well lived
in silence of the basement
a rat couldn’t have survived
this poor thing of a tenement

I hated all the monologue
there was no conversation
life was floating like a log
there was no sensation

not one to come and speak
of all the miserly silence
the bubble of loneliness will break
with it a pathetic existence

you can come to visit me
exchange a few pleasantries
I lay here, not alone but free
among the fellows of the cemetries.  ¶ 5:56 PM  1 stomped here! links to this post

Good Morning The clouds are moving, all in a rank.
Slowly heading towards the horizon.
Their shadows with them, move on a river bank.
As if to say, There won't be any more sun.

Every day here starts this way
Greeting people in best of their loom
The sun won't shine, not even a ray
And the faces ... all covered in gloom

The trees are looking glum and sad
Dripping from the night's rain
If sun will be this bad
All nature looks to be in vain

And here he comes, looking all awesome!
Shining in his best clothes, dancing and singing!
Bringing happiness to all in nature's bossom
Saying to everyone, Good Morning, Good Morning!

The birds are a-Chirping
The Snakes are a-Hissing
The Trees are Smiling
All saying Good Morning!
Good Morning! Good Morning!

PS: loom refers to handloom and not the verb form 'loom'.  ¶ 6:23 AM  0 stomped here! links to this post