Magnets and Moons

Any car can fly
if you go fast enough,
you just have to put wings on it.
He beamed, and the excess gratification
dripped off his unworn face.
Oh is that so? His freckles didn't move
as his gap-toothed wisdom disappeared
underneath his displeasure.
His furrowed brows formed premature
worry wrinkles as he was unable
to understand why I wouldn't
take his word. He pouted and fretted and concentrated and finally
conceded to the fact that I
wasn't going to. He shrugged his shoulders
and his face relaxed as he indifferently
stated Something to do with magnets
and the pull of the moon.