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The Joys of Motoring

My car requires an M.O.T.
This means an awful lot to me
That metal box has come to be
A member of the family.

I know that he's inanimate
And not completely up to date
But he's become a chum, a mate:
I wonder, what will be his fate?

I know that Man will come to dust
And cars will dent and bend and rust
But he's become a thing of trust
Who carries me because he must.

For I have got freedom of will
But he's my simple slave, until
He's climbed his final tarmac hill
Burned out his clutch, his engine still.

I shall not let him fade away!
Once more, upon the Queen's Highway
He'll live to drive another day:

However much I have to pay..


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  • Jizzy Judy
    March 7, 2009

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    I always thought cars were female, like ships (and women too, come to think of it). The humour's a bit too gentle for me!

  • Bad Bill gold member
    February 24, 2009
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    A splendid tribute to a dear companion - long may his crankshaft be free of rust!

    Bill


  • chills
    February 23, 2009

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    Oh- Keith - how I loved this - my car is my little piece of freedom. And if she (!) died I would be bereft.. She and I do too many journeys back and forth. but tonight my baby boy turned 16 and has a vespa..... he only just got in and i've been panicking..... that's the rest of my life then..... good luck for your car. They do become part of the family if you are totally crazy!! xx D


    • Keith
      February 24, 2009
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      I know. My son's car is called Colin. My wife refers to ours as Wee Ladybird. Ach, we're dafties!

      • chills
        February 24, 2009
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        I think it's the only way to be.....!

  • Purrsanthema
    February 23, 2009

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    I'm from across the pond. What is an M.O.T.? What a lot of rhyming! That must have been a pretty tough write!
    This is an awful lot of fun and I enjoyed it immensely.

  • Judith Chandler
    February 23, 2009

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    Interesting that you refer to your car as "he". A lot of people would say "she" so I guess your vehicle really is a buddy. Too bad you can't buy him a drink. But then he'd be a drunk driver.

    Enjoyed this write.

    • Keith
      February 24, 2009
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      I bought him a pint of best oil to celebrate. He passed! (Well, eventually)


  • Licinius6790Archias silver member
    February 23, 2009

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    Excellent

    Ah, motoring is a joy, unless one has to inhale the "stinking, pollution" coming out of the tailpipe.
    I loved your poem, however, I haven't owned a motor vehicle for nigh on 40 years now, 'cause they, from what I've read in local newspapers, are the worst single source of pollution in the Seattle area. Frankly, it is my personal opinion, that either motor vehicles ought to be banned, or they need filters in the tailpipes to eliminate the possiblily of us humans getting lung cancer, or respiratory diseases from inhaling the exhaust fumes. Hopefully, there will be more medical research done on the effects of motor vehicle pollution on the human body.


    • Keith
      February 23, 2009
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      Well said, my friend. The car is a curious thing - useful in small numbers, deadly in large. We're not quite at Seattle levels yet, and I hope we can control cars enough before we get to that stage. I agree with everything you have said: how typical of the human race to invent a rapid mode of transport and then clog up the planet with it. Ach well, here's hoping the future will hold something less polluting, wha kens? Best Wishes.

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