By Cloud on August 26, 2010 
It is Breakup Week and this week I had to say my final goodbye to a friend who got me through some crazy times this past year. She is in a better place now, but it was sad to see her go. I have written a sea shanty in her honor. This song is a tale of adventure, sorrow, bravery, and woe, and it is entirely factual. Please sing this aloud to the tune of your favorite sea shanty:
Goodbye, My Cursed and Beautiful Lass
Verse One:
‘Twas autumn time a year in past
When me girl showed she might not last.
She coughed and needed parts replaced:
One of four feet, then round her waist.
I prayed that she would pull on through,
Though curses the world seemed to brew.
Now my old girl has passed along,
But I’ll move on and I’ll be strong.
Chorus:
She was a Honda from ‘93
But that was just alright with me.
She got me where I needed to go,
Survived the winter full of snow.
And now she’s gone to better grounds,
Still makin’ all her squeakin’ sounds.
I’ll miss her rust and treachery.
Goodbye, Honda from ’93.
Verse Two:
Once while she was sittin pretty,
Oh but it was such a pity,
A baseball hit her, cracked her face,
The sight was truly a disgrace.
She had no air, was always boilin’,
Sick of traffic, sick of toilin’.
I’d yell about her horrid sound,
Now miss her since she’s not around.
Chorus:
She was a Honda from ‘93
But that was just alright with me.
She got me where I needed to go,
Survived the winter full of snow.
And now she’s gone to better grounds,
Still makin’ all her squeakin’ sounds
I’ll miss her rust and treachery
Goodbye, Honda from ’93.
Verse Three:
And oh how I remember solemn,
The day she ran into a column.
Her front right side was crushed and cracked,
Her body was made more compact.
But through it all, she would survive;
Me girl would somehow stay alive!
Was sad to say my last goodbye,
But lassie made it through July!
Chorus:
She was a Honda from ‘93
But that was just alright with me.
She got me where I needed to go,
Survived the winter full of snow.
And now she’s gone to better grounds,
Still makin’ all her squeakin’ sounds.
I’ll miss her rust and treachery.
Goodbye, Honda from ’93.
