A Moment of Broetry: Ode to the Jeep

How do I love Jeep? Let me count the ways...

Could it be your six different models in all different shades, and colors?

Or your gigantic wheels, made for the summer?

Nay, possibly it is your bad ass steering;

Or that when your top is off, people cannot help but peering;

Maybe the secret lies in your grill, or the way that your wheels grip up and down the hill.

And lest a burnout opportunity pass me by, you are prepared for the challenge, so young and spry.

Should I back into a wall, you are built like a tank; There is simply no other SUV that matches your rank.

Eventually, my door hinges shall rust, and possibly, my engine will bust/but your mileage, it stretches far; at 300,000 there you are.

Should I suddenly decide to take up fishing, your hatchback will accomodate my mission;

With the space inside your trunk, 17 mexicans could lay and bunk.

And should I turn you into a Monster Truck, I know that you will only bring me luck.

My dearest Jeep, you never let me down; through thick and thin, you take the car crown.