Outdoor Sprinklers are My Enemy

Self-Professed Clear Car Freek,
Bold and Strong – ‘Stead of Weak.
Been that Way since My First Car,
Since that Time have Come Far.

Clean it Weekly if Not More,
When get Dirty – I Get Sore.
Pouring Rain – Dark Brown Snow,
Can’t do Nothing – That I Know.

Feeling Good – Bright Sunny Day,
Ingnorance I’ll feel That Way.
‘Round a Corner nice and Sweet,
Broken Sprinkler wets the Street.

My Hard Work now Down the Drain,
Can’t do Nothing – Just Complain.
Turn Around – You might Abhor,
Take it Home – Wash once More.

Can’t be Alone – Clean Obsessed,
So with this Rhyme I Start a Quest.
Car Producers in this Field,
Please Invent a Sprinkler Shield.