When winter comes or comes the rain
Must she rely on bus or train
Or could total independence be her aim?
Whatever the reason, whatever the vein
She had decided, “never again!”
For horses she has bought without their manes
Some call it a car, some call it a wain
Cause SAAB Automobile is its name
As she speeds down the road on the inside lane
With the metal horses she struggles to tame
She almost takes off like a jet aeroplane!
And I hear her friends repeat the heightened refrain
“Look out, it’s that supersonic Avril again
A petrol head with high octane on the brain!”
Using her skill she avoids the bus and the crane
With a hand break turn that is far from plain
Then, one day, her car begins to complain
A flat battery, worn clutch — oh what a pain
And escalating running costs she cannot explain
On her pocket this is an unforeseen drain
Whatever the hardship, whatever the strain
Avril’s enthusiasm does not dwindle or wane
The love for her car is absolute and it shall remain
And so shall the queen of the highways reign
Michael Bobb
May 2019
Michael I love this!
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Thanks Angie! Glad for your response.
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