POEM: A Barne-Cut Above!

By Carol Smith

Service is a fickle thing
That can both joy and heartache bring
It gives and also takes away
For it can either go or stay

Warm or sometimes very cool
The product of a sage or fool
Too smothering or not enough
Silky smooth or far too rough

Dark as night or clear as glass
High on style or low on class
Young at heart or long in tooth
Accompanied by a lie or truth

But service was at Barnecut’s
Amidst the rows of brakes and struts
Just like their oil, so well refined
It was by excellence defined!

Editor's Note: Barnecut's Admiral Way Service has been sold.

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