A key is turned a cry is heard
Another car won't start
Try and try until it does
Ignore the pleas of the vehicle
It screams and cries, 'I'm too cold to work'
You don't care you have places to be
Despite your chaotic surroundings
Putt-putt
It still won't start
You'll be late for sure
What if it is a sign
You weren't meant to be out
