Not mine but still a great poem (not that all MY poems are great) from a guy who calls himself "Fingers."
Oh Seatbelt who art in auto
Tight be thy name
Thy Chrysler come
Thy latch be done
in Saab as it is in Nissan
Give us this day
Our daily hold
Forgive us our speeding
As we forgive those who tailgate behind us
And lead us not into tree
But deliver us from Domino's
For thine is the holddom, and the
Powersteering, and the glory,
forever and ever,
buckle in.
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