Contrite Traditive

I wish I had wheels in my body. 

Maybe that is how it ought

To work with long-term rentals, 

A modified patronymic tradition. 

In the bride's hometown

No abbreviation is necessary. 

We could feel the axles crossing, 

The wheels propelling us towards nouns

Swagging deep, guiding loud contrition

With studied fingers. Your mouth, the lentils, 

And I have been serious for far longer than I thought. 

With them hazard lights on, the scene gets bawdy.