Ode to a Twingo

 My first, and almost certainly last, poem.

Little Twingo, you delight

You're useful, practical

and a beautiful sight.

A powder blue auto I've never had.

We gazed upon you and were instantly glad.

Here she is we said, the one for us.

No need to negotiate, no reason to fuss.

We brought you home to neighbors' grins

Welcome home, what a win!

And so around the Perigord you take me.

To cities medieval, and the Med Sea.

A spot of color, a reliable space

So glad you're home, in this ancient place

Your BFF, Deirdre Grace