Wagon

I am eight
Pulling my red
Wagon with wood
Rails around my yard
Hauling whatever needs
Or doesn’t need to be moved.
Pride is too weak a word for
My feelings for my wagon
A phenomenon I grow out
Of by ten or so but I’ve
Seen since in some
New car owners
Embarrassing
To behold in
Others and
Three
Decades later
My friend George
Points out that those
Gentlemen in their forties
Going through their obligatory
Male menopause often had
To buy long low sports
Cars to sublimate
For their aging
Libido and
He called
Such
Sports
Cars penis
Cars to the section’s
General amusement except
Those few who owned
Sports cars that
Fit that exact
Description.
I drove a
VW
Wagon
Boxy bus,
Later a Camry
Then a Highlander.