A compact red sedan
Was left parked overnight
With its tail in the air.
Was this deliberate?
Did the owner forget
To shut the open lid?
Morning climbs down the cliffs,
A sight tourists would give,
And do give, good money
To witness, but the car
With its unattended,
Open trunk lid attracts
The looks of the locals.
Poetry is like this.
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