Volkswagen’s you rarely see,
Were  once called a punch buggy
They brought about a playful punch
Below the head, above the knee

Cars with a burnt out headlight
Seen only in the night
We’re once called pididdles
And if you saw them first
The car filled with giggles

Roses without thorns
Colourful  rainbows
And magical unicorns
Are all just a piece
Of how I now see
The inner child
Of my now beautiful adult niece