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?