Poetry Blog by David Cooke
The first car we owned was a 2 CV
with no certifiable history.
The year we got together
we drove it to the end of its days.
With its tinny dinted roof
it had an air of slumped defeat
we rose above quite easily.
When summer broke all records
the windows that didn’t quite close
were an unexpected bonus.
Its mind-boggling gear stick
Friday 11th January 2019 4:19 pm