R.I.P.
By Silver Spun Sand
Wed, 15 Jan 2014
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Rest in peace, my dearest, departed Austin,
of erstwhile A40 Somerset fame.
Sold as seen, I accepted you were past your best,
but the most I could afford. An ancient jalopy, yet
with a certain, je ne sais quoi
and, you served us well...despite the fact
I never could forget the countless head-gaskets
you cost me...
powder blue with leather seats, plus additional
sun-roof...all for the princely sum of seven pounds,
five shillings, and sixpence.
Blessed be thy back-seat, indeed, with its steamy windows –
transported my man and me, from the parking bay,
at our local fleapit, to paradise and back
without turning the key,
and yet, drove folk to perdition, cruising the High Street,
in a bid to look cool, but backfiring, profusely,
as we went,
as blessed be that last, smooth ride with its precious
cargo inside; our nipper – just ten days old, and you brought
her safely home from Roehampton General.
Likewise, the garage in which you languished,
from that fateful time your big-end went,
which was to herald your demise.
Thus, blessed be thy final resting place, when –
all at once, as Milton said, Heaven opened wide
her blazing portals, and you vroom-vroomed,
like never before, through those doors,
led to that scrap-yard
in the skies.
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This had me in fits. I've got
This had me in fits. I've got tears squirting out of my eyes and you've set my cough off.
Sorry about 'Austin', but what refreshing humour!
Bee
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Hi Silver he he, I hope your
Permalink Submitted by prettyrose on
Hi Silver he he, I hope your well, enjoyed this and as always you write and tell it brilliantly.
well done.
take care
Keep Smiling
Keep Writing xxx
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I had an Aardvark to your
I had an Aardvark to your Austin. Bless his motorised heart. 'in a bid to look cool' broke my laughter into loud stuff.
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