I never owned a new car

Always second hand,

I often had to paint them,

and fill in all the cracks.


The clock was rewound

and the tyres painted Black

Underneath the Bonnet,a place I´d never go

the shock would be too much, to see

an Oil slick for a floor.


The doors were always shut , real tight,

and Spot Welded from  inside,

The reason being two fold, I´d sleep real sound at night

A thief would need a Burning Torch,

To take her for a ride.


                      By Holly Barrett