a mickey for the rrrice

a comparable motor vehicle.


limericks for the deceased (though maybe haikus would've been more appropriate)
by ari joseph

this song is for sam's brown rice,
which paid the ultimate price.
the mechanic mistook it,
for a speeding brown bullet,
and shot it to car paradise.

the interior was soft as snow,
and comfy, for those in the know.
it smelled a little funny,
sushi-esque, to be punny,
but finely upholstered, for sho'.

the engine was beyond salvation,
like a sinner bound for damnation.
it sped so fast,
by the yugos it passed,
earning it many a standing ovation.

i think that swank got it up to 80,
and the handling got kind of shady.
though i may be mistaken,
for it was my car he'd taken,
and driven it straight to hades.

the paintjob was hard to pin down,
"look for the one that is a kind of shitty brown."
its ol' pasty patches,
served to cover its crashes,
and if lost, it would always be found.

the damage had been already done,
and its glory set like the sun.
when the prophetic mechanic,
who was no rice fanatic,
put an end to an era of fun.