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?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A friend of mine has recently bought a Jaguar car and on Sunday he said it would have to go back to the garage for a repair to be done. I said that there must be a poem in that and this is it.
- Category: Humor
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Comments10
motor passion revolves around the world every day. your passion, however, stands out more than most. great poem, GF.
Thank you Kevin, you are most kind.
Thanks ANDY ~ Love the TECHNO video and the |Computer generated MUSAK ~ awesome ! Angela always tells me off ~ for not reading the Manual first when I buy a NEW a new car (she's acting like a wife already !) The Manual for my 2015 Jaguar SF Sportsbrake ~ clearly states ~ The seats are heated for "rear comfort" in the Winter ! I love being in the HOT SEAT ! Yours BRIAN
Thank you Brian, it wasn't that long ago when I wouldn't have given John Adams house room.
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
This is a great poem! I love your sense of humor! Thanks for making me smile so early in the morning! (I miss my heated seats too!)
Thank you Christina, life without humour can be very boring.
Never known for low maintenance or reliability, the Jag is, and always has been, a beautiful car. And your poem has a beautiful twist at the end, Goldie. Are we spoiled or what!
True the Jag is a beautiful car but my dream car is the new Aston Martin the DB11 (and before that the DBs 9,8,7,6 and 5) but I seem to be short of the £150,000 to buy one.
Thank you for the comment.
Cruising around in what you deem to be a dream vehicle is a remarkable step forward in regards to living life to the fullest. Keep driving.
Thank you Nicholas.
Great fun ending. Some things are only trivial to others.
Thank you lg.
I can't imagine anything worse than a cold drivers seat. Gave me a big smile.
It is frightening isn't it!
Mind you in the UK with our congested roads cruise control is a bit of a useless feature - I never use mine.
Great write
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
Great poem, Goldfinch! In my late teens I owned an Alfa Romeo Spider, two-seater sports car. Same thing!!!
When I was working the firm provided cars and one of them I had for a while was an Alfa Romeo 147, it used to go like the blazes.
Alfas are great cars! I sold mine when I emigrated from Switzerland. The guy who bought it totalled it about two months later.
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