Me circa 1990
As Valentine's Day is just around the corner I thought about writing a love poem with a difference. A love poem for my first love, my first car.
Many years ago I bought my first car,
A lovely Ford Fiesta in which to go far.
My pride and joy in the colour of brown,
Which took me to work and around the town.
A rust bucket car, yet it was the real deal,
It gave me independence behind the wheel.
It took me out shopping, and on my first getaway,
It was hard to do 60 on the motorway!
One cold Winter morning, there had been a snow drift,
And although it was icy I had to start an early shift.
Down the 5 mile lane, as snow fluttered by,
I skidded on ice and started to cry.
My poor little Ford was now in a ditch,
I had to call for a tow, now isn't life a … pain!
It was a write-off and that was the end,
Of my little Ford Fiesta, my lovely faithful friend.
Now my dream is to drive an Audi R8
A car that I have to admit that is great,
Yet I still think all the time of my bucket of rust,
That started every day, a car I could trust.
So my heart is taken my love is true,
My dear Ford Fiesta I did love you!
What was your first car and do you have fond memories of it, like me?
This is my entry into a competition with Insurance Revolution
