Down to the shop I walk
To get the daily paper,
In the shop I see Peg,
A near neighbour,
With whom I’m acquainted.
We chat as we pass,
But today we walk up the road together.
She is a lady of many years
But always good to talk to.
As we pass my neighbour’s house
His immaculate old mini is in the drive.
“I remember them” she said,
“The mini is a very special car to me,
Because when I was young
I can remember being in one
With my boyfriend,
And my legs hanging out the windows!”