The ancient car

The abandoned mini car is as old as a dinosaur.

The flat squeaky wheels scream in the wind.

The roof is as orange as it orange.

As the wind blows the door opens as a fast as a cheater.

The car was empty all that they was there was the old rust Steering wheel.

The seats were probably  stole in World War I or two.

The bonnet is dirty and rusty and opens and shuts in the howling wing and the noise so noisy as a elephant jumping.