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How Could I Drive It?

There it sits on the drive

Just looking at me,

Looking at me in its broken state.

How could it happen?

The car of my dreams,

Sitting there,

Useless.

So long in my life

I have waited for the moment

When I got in it,

Saved for all those years,

And at last

It was mine,

My beautiful Jaguar.

 

I was cruising around

Acknowledging all,

All those who were jealous,

Jealous of my wonderful car.

When it happened,

It broke!

What could I do?

I couldn’t drive it like this,

It was impossible.

 

I called the garage,

And in a sorrowful state

Told them the problem.

They were so sympathetic,

Said they would fix it

In as short a time as possible.

They came,

And as they took it away

The tears ran down my face,

My beautiful car,

Being taken away,

But how could I drive it

With the driver’s seat

Not getting warm?