When Clio Met Rio… For Better or Verso

“You dipstick!” she said, slipping into her mini,

You went through the gears, but don’t get ideas.

Chrysler! Don’t try to air con me,

Corsa you love me, I misread your signals,

My stick shift all tingles

Never did run smooth, true love’s Corsa,

Don’t leave me to break down,

All on the hard shoulder.

 

She began to tire, feeling deflated, exhausted,

She gave him the boot,

The spark plug abated,

Don’t follow this route,

On amber we waited.

 

He got a Seat to Ibiza

Wished he didn’t Meter,

That was her lot

Not so smart, the clot.

Diesel be the end of us, you fuel

See if I car share.

 

I thought you were the one

Four by four me, long stay,

But Rover’s now gone,

You left me Hyundai,

You drove me away,

We really lost our traction,

Driven to distraction.