He’s tough as a WWII jeep,

Bumpin’ over bumps in the road,

Cancer, heart attack, don’t mean nuthin’,

He’s a jeep.

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Like any ol’ jeep, he’s a workhorse,

Grinding along as he goes.

It’s what you’d expect,

From this glorious wreck,

He’s a jeep.

Lately required some fixin’,

He’s now better than ever, I hear.

Could’ve been worse,

But he’s got a good nurse,

Who loves him because,

He’s her jeep.

The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to life@postbulletin.com with the subject line "Poetry submission."