when i was a little girl
my mom drove a ford cougar
that stretched
what seemed like
the length of a football field
the was the colour of butterscotch pudding
the car had a very large backseat
that my sister and i would fight over
we wanted to be the one
who got to lay down across it
to avoid our friends seeing us
in this huge bountiful beast of horridness
my mom loved patsy cline
amd so
we listened to many a patsy song
in that big beautiful car
at first we detested her country twang
until we knew every song
and every word
and soon the three of us would laugh
and sing along
this song reminds me
of being that crazy little girl