ODE TO AN OLD CAR. By Tom Parr (with apologies to Pam Ayres)

I WISH I’D LOOKED AFTER ME CAR.
I’VE RIDDEN IT FAST AND I’VE RIDDEN IT FAR.
I IGNORED ALL THE RUST THAT GATHERED BENEATH
AND THE JUDDERING WHEELS THAT RATTLED ME TEETH.
OH, I WISH I’D LOOKED AFTER ME CAR.

THE PAINT SLOWLY FADED AND WENT ALL DIM
AND LOST WHAT EVERYONE CALLED THE TRIM.
THE LEATHERWORK FELT ALL TACKY INSIDE,
AND THE WINDSCREEN WIPERS PERISHED AND DIED.
AND THE WHEELS HAD DENTS ON THE RIM.

ONE DAY WE CROSSED A BRIDGE TOO FAR,
AND THAT WAS THE END OF MY VALIANT CAR.
THE ENGINE GAVE A TERMINAL COUGH,
AND THE DOOR ON THE PASSENGERS SIDE FELL OFF.
OH, I WISH I’D LOOKED AFTER ME CAR.

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