A Sonnet for a Scion

Why must you always run out of my gas?

So shiny and so boxy and so fast.

You barely fit my big brother's sass.

Or all the peoples' extremely weird past.

I never have to drive over a curb,

Or carelessly sideswipe into a bridge.

It's so much smaller then my big ole burb,

And barely much larger than my fridge.

But still, I will want you forever more

Because you get me every where I need to go

And never cause my butt to become sore.

Oh silver Scion, how I love you so.

So please don't leave me or go away.

I would cry and cry. So listen, okay?