Yellow car

A poem about a car

Little Yellow Car
The little yellow car
Sitting on the dresser,
Its yellow tinted windows,
Its yellow rubber tires,
Its sanded wooden body,
All full of hopes and dreams
It wants to be a real car,
But when the laughter of children
Starts echoing through the hallway
It is reminded of its real purpose,
To be whatever it wants to be
Every car in the world wants to be
A big shot like those famous racecars,
But this little car was not like those other cars
This little car just wanted
To make the children happy