That day had come,
I was going to buy a new car
But what would I buy.
Would it be a saloon?
Or maybe a hatchback?
Certainly not an estate,
And definitely not an SUV,
Why would I want to go off road!
I walk into the showroom
Look around at the new cars,
Then I see it,
Sitting there in the middle
Is a sports car.
Should I buy it at my age?
Could I get in it,
And out again?
A young man came over
“Good day sir,”
He said with respect,
“Are you interested in this car”
“Yes I am “ I replied.
“I need to know if you qualify.”
“What do you mean” I asked,
“You need to qualify to buy a sports car.”
“What are the qualifications?”
“There are three of them,
One, are you over sixty years old?
Two have you paid off your mortgage?
And three have your kids left home?”
I replied “Yes to all three.”
“That is great then,
You will enjoy your ride
In the coming journey of your life”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Friends of mine were asked this question when they were looking at a sports car.
- Category: Humor
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Comments7
I'm sure the sales person was too tactful, too circumspect really Andy, so he substituted three questions for what could have been covered by one:
"Have you upped your personal life insurance to ensure your wife can continue to live in the manner to which she has become accustomed?"
I note he was young....he will harden up eventually.
Got a real visual of that car yard. Glad I don't have that torment anymore.
This was a question asked to some friends of mine which I decided to put into a poem. I am quite happy with my car.
Andy
What was the answer?
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Andy, you qualify to be whoever you want to be and buy whatever car you'd like. Long as the car has music in it.
Maestro if you please, turn the key. 😎
As long as the car has music, so very true AP.
Andy
Will your back and legs allow you to get in and out of a low down sports car. Will your eyesight cope with the reduced view of the road, can your hair stand the loss with all that high speed wind passing through it and your heart, will it stand up to the near misses when other motorists dont see you cos you travelling so fast.
But what a way to go eh?
My brother's brother in law drives Morgans, I tried to get in one of his once and being six foot one I couldn't get in it, the irony being that he is six foot seven.
Andy
Nice write Andy.
Thanks Coyote.
Andy
Nicely penned Andy!
Thank you Jon.
Andy
Funny....I just found out I do not qualify for a sports car in England.
Shame Matthew, one day you will.
Andy
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