GOODBYE, OLD FRIEND - a bit of verse for Friday Fictioneers!

GOODBYE, OLD FRIEND

If my toaster breaks down or my kettle explodes

I throw it away – that’s a fact.

Now my car would cost more to repair than it’s worth,

but I’m really reluctant to act.

It’s only a useful machine, after all,

one of a million the same,

but we’ve been through a great deal together

and dumping it seems such a shame.

We’ve moved from one house to another,

been shopping, and visited friends,

it should go with a bang, not a whimper,

yet now our long partnership ends.

Hauled up by a chain to a trailer,

an undignified exit, boot first,

it’s own number hidden by temporary plates –

that final detail is the worst.

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This bit of verse is a fictional account - my own elderly car passed its MOT last month with flying colours - but the spare number-plate on the rear shelf of Kent Bonham's photograph reminded me of what we called 'gruas' in Tenerife (trailers on which garages would collect broken cars) and I had no further inspiration this week. Apologies to our leader Rochelle whose blog is @  https://rochellewisoff.com/  for over-running the word count (117!) but verse is particularly tricky to cut down.

Last week the number of people who were good enough - insterested enough? - to comment on my blog exceeded 20 for the first time in ages, so thanks to all those. Keep it up, folks!