My old Escort is a wreck on wheels,
there’s more rust than paint, the tyres are bald
and the door lock’s knackered
but I have so much pride in my ancient car.
It came into being in 1984, at the height of the 80s
when XR3’s were king and Ford ruled the road.
Every morning it starts at first turn of the key
in a cloud of blue smoke from the perforated exhaust.
One day I’ll scrap it but not today
as I get ready to cruise down the strip
in my Ford Escort.