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My Old Morris Minor

I asked my old man
What car he would be
If he was an old banger
Back in history
To which he replied
A Morris Minor for sure
A vintage edition
With chrome trimmings and more

For you see dear old Morris
Needs a new set of wheels
And with the odd rusty patch
He now simply feels
He’s been put on the scrap heap
Is no longer worth much
An old car from the past
That has lost his sweet touch

And he’d like to go faster
Like to whizz on right by
Like those snazzy new vehicles
Or planes in the sky
Yet his throttle keeps sticking
His clutch isn’t first rate
His steering is heavy
And gear box can grate

But Morris has value
Over all of these things
A classic amongst engines
For it’s the joy that he brings
From just being Morris
And the miles he has run
The twinkle, the laughter
And all of the fun

And though gone are the days now
Of guzzling the gas
He’s fuelled now by memoirs
And a tank that on mass
Has more value than pistons
Firing quickly to go
For Morris is a legend
And one we all know

So next time you meet Morris
Or another model like him
Be kind, be compassionate
Take time, sip a gin
Or a whiskey and listen
To his tales and take note
For Morris might now be parked up
But he still gets my vote!

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Back To School Traffic

Queues, cones and chaos
The three ‘c’s’ of traffic jams
Holding up a journey
As roads are over crammed

Halting all the vehicles
In automated blocks
With tempers flaying frustrated
Losing minutes off the clock

But that’s the way it falters
In rush hours general rule
As infrastructure battles when
The kids go back to school

Cones

There are sentries on our roads
All dressed in red and white
That line the highways mile on mile
Without giving insight
As to a reason why they’re there
For in their loyal rows
The empty passage t’other side
Leaves us out of the know
For it appears they simply stand
On guard biding their time
In conical formation and
With no reason and no rhyme!
Saluting all the traffic
As it just trundles by
The cones directing queues of cars
To jam! Oh how I sigh!

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The Boy Racer

He revved his throttle loudly
He donned sunglasses on
And ramped his music up so high
So we could share his song

He pumped the gas quite heavily
Exhaust fumes belting out
And with a screech of rubber tyres
He raced his car about

He sensed the open highway
The gap in traffic too
The hole in car park exit
Through which he then just flew

With shoppers knocked sideways standing
And trolleys in a spin
It’s wondered who he was racing
What game he hoped to win

Then as he saw the lights turning
And tried to pip to post
He was held up by amber turn
The thing he hated most

And sat there on the bumper
Of another car it’s true
He ranted and he raved at wheel
Until green light shone through

Then with a roar of engines
A stench of burnt out fuel
He sped off down the road so fast
But left looking a fool!

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An extreme example of “Ricer;” a Toyota Corolla dressed up as the Poser Mobile for the T-Mobile TV ads. However the originator of the pic wishes to remain anonymous. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Traffic

The landtrain set in motion
That some may call traffic
A chain of cars that go nowhere
And make me feel quite sick!

For it’s impossible to move
To get just anywhere
Whilst waiting in the static queue
I’m pulling out my hair

And blasted traffic lights don’t help
Turning from green to red (more…)

Lamborghini

The roar of lion
The growl and chuff of tiger
The speed of cheetah

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