If I was a car
I’d be a Morris Minor Traveller
the kind with wooden panels
and a door knob for an indicator.
I’d be the kind of car
that you’d be proud of
if someone said how lovely it was
but otherwise you’d keep
under a tarp in the garage.
There would be rust on my sills,
one wonky wheel that no-one could fix
(you can’t get the parts)
dry rot in the wooden struts
and the speedo
would never get past forty-five
without the gasket blowing.
But once in a while
you’d give it a polish
and call it good.
I’d be a Morris Minor Traveller
the kind with wooden panels
and a door knob for an indicator.
I’d be the kind of car
that you’d be proud of
if someone said how lovely it was
but otherwise you’d keep
under a tarp in the garage.
There would be rust on my sills,
one wonky wheel that no-one could fix
(you can’t get the parts)
dry rot in the wooden struts
and the speedo
would never get past forty-five
without the gasket blowing.
But once in a while
you’d give it a polish
and call it good.
9 comments:
I agree.
I wonder what I would be if I was a car?
A roadster? A corvette?
oh! I know - A 55 chevy! ;0)
How super!
A lovely car full of troubles.
and very collectible nowadays.
Just super. And yes. :)
~chuckles~ lovely! I like this one :-)
Miranda used to have one but it sort of fell apart - as they did! Lovely painting and poem.
Yes, they all fell apart - they're a fortune now.
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