Volvo 240 (1988)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, seat reclined and gently resting, feet planted atop my Volvo floor— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, the crack of twigs abruptly snapping, snapping outside my Volvo door.
“Just the breeze,” I muttered, “tapping at my Volvo door— Only this and nothing more. . .”