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!

I WANT ONE!

By special request -
I have reproduced a poem/ verse/ bit of doggerel I wrote in 1987 entitled "I want a Porsche for Christmas."
I dressed up in a Mrs Mop outfit - full apron,slippers, wrinkly stockings and a headscarf tied over rollers - to perform the poem at a Hurst Players Christmas party.
When you read it, please bear in mind that it was written 25 years ago. Christmas gifts have changed since then!
Look on my VERSES page on the right.