Memoirs of a CutlassToday we lay to restOne of the very bestA car, nay, a friendWho was with me 'til the very endOf the fall semester of senior year.There was nary a car with a trunkThat could hold copious amounts of junkOr steering that could turn on a dimeAt least 30 percent of the timeYou will be missed.From your wide set eyes To thighs that held no liesWith a pleather interior which absorbed the heatAnd was sure to burn those who took a seatWell, that may not be as missed.You got me from point A to point BEven when I wanted to go to point ZWith such a style that was all your ownYou traveled across many time zonesAnd as s