I cannot describe the way that I feel
When I’m driving in my automobile
When roads are clear and my life’s my own
I feel like a king atop my throne.
Until it happens from out of the blue
My love develops a case of car flu
Coughing, wheezing and spluttering she goes
Gone from my dreams to a long list of woes.
“Carburettor’s gone mate, it’ll cost a bomb”
Says a little grease monkey singing a song
Licking his lips at the sight of my cash
A smile on a face you’d just love to smash.
We’re back on the road in really good form
Speeding through life like a lightening storm
The world drops behind in hand with my cares
I tease up her speedo to where eagles dare.
Isolation though is not what it seems
Deep into nowhere, unheard went my screams
Finding out too late that I needed to pee
When the tyre blew from underneath me.
Now that she’s fixed and we’re back on the ‘mac
I prefer to drive slow, and not use the jack
To drive her is still what makes me shine
A financial nightmare, but she’s all mine.
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Submission Name: Freedom of the road
This is a most amusing and funny poem, and despite all its humor, it is sooooo true!! First, I must say, I am glad that you were not hurt when your tire blew out. I have never experienced that myself, but I have seen it happen to others driving on the road and it is pretty nerve wracking. The car swerves all over the place with rubber flying everywhere. This poem is well written and very entertaining. The one thing about cars that sucks is how expensive they can be. It seems that when a car ages and one thing goes, you know that there are a million other things just waiting to break down and before you know it you are in the middle of a financial crisis with the car. But the last line sums it up perfectly, "she's all mine"
So nice to see you posting again. Thanks for the laugh with this.
