This Mini Cooper, oh, how it's bled my purse,
More trouble than any, a vehicular curse.
Yet, for all the hassle and every repair,
Darn it, I love it, beyond compare.

Little and red, with a spirit so fiery,
They call it Chili, for its zest, so fiery.
Fast and nimble, it darts through the streets,
Its troubles many, but its joys—oh, they're sweet.

It's in the shop again, taking its sweet time,
Leaving me here, saving each dime.
But despite the costs, the waits, and the strife,
It's more than a car, it's a part of my life.

I love this little car, with all its quirks and all,
Its spirit, its charm, it's had me enthralled.
So here I wait, patiently, for it to return,
For in my heart, for this Chili, I'll always yearn.

It's cost me more than it's probably worth,
But what is value, in moments of mirth?
So I'll wait for my Chili, no matter how long,
For in its absence, my heart's never been so strong.

-RM Cowan