Grandma’s Vintage Car is a short narrative poem that talks about someone’s particular experience. What makes this poem interesting is the focus on the old-fashioned motorcar horn which is described using alliteration and assonance to make a catchy phrase.
Grandma’s Vintage Car My Grandma has a vintage car She takes me for a ride We have to sit on two high seats There isn’t an inside There’s a fold-up roof that leaks And lots of springs and creaks And a squeaky, squawky, squashy honky horn
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I know that Grandma loves her car I like it quite a bit She polishes it up until You see your face in it
It has ‘running boards’ outside You can stand on for a ride And a squeaky, squawky, squashy honky horn Grandma wears a floppy hat The wind blows through my hair She lets me shift the big gearstick And people stop and stare But we never travel far In Grandma’s vintage car With its squeaky, squawky, squashy honky horn
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