Five Best Poems About Garages

Ode To A Garage

The garages in my neighborhood are filled to capacity.

Oh no, not with cars; one would fit in only miraculously.

I suppose there are tires or engine parts in boxes or on shelves.

Boundless discoveries can be made, pending how deeply one delves.

You will find all kinds of junk in disarray and not very appealing.

But if you take delight in hoarding, one look and you’d be reeling.

As for me, I am the garage owner who likes to keep his car inside.

The family has learned by now this is one rule they must abide.

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Huge Garage Sale

The residents will soon be moving.

There is lots of miscellaneous and.

still useable items.

Some old growth redwoods.

and fishable seas, some.

breathable air.

and unpolluted shores.

bargains galore so.

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Ode To My Garage

The day had come.

The decision made.

The door went up.

And stuff fell out.

Oh what have I done?

Why was today the day?

Where do I start?

What should I do first?

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Garage Sale

Mrs. O'Leary from down the street.

Owned a Chevy and also a Dodge.

She must've sold them both, I guess.

Why else would she sell her garage?

A Car Guy's Christmas Poem

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and in the garage.

There sat in the corner, a classic old Dodge.

My sixty nine Charger, near ready to go.

To all of next season’s burnouts and shows.

Its perfect black body, with a white R/T stripe.

Red leather interior, the seats are just right.

A pistol grip shifter coming up through the floor.

Now hooked to a six speed, not five, and not four.

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