Men Don’t Make Cars (like they used to)



Men don’t make cars like they used to:

long sweeping lines, fire-red, jazzy blue,

poetic palettes, a richer array of hues.


Horns happily honked, grilles grinned,

arch-covered spoked wheels spinned,

engines growled – wondrous whirlwind!
Dial displays, walnut wood dashboards,

large leather seats with room to afford

– classic cars will never leave you bored!
Our Sixties saloon-six-cylinder growled,

that brown Triumph 2000 tiger-prowled,

acceleration fast – Morris Minors scowled.
One day my dad bought an MG sports,

male madness, a mid-life crisis of sorts;

famously, all five fitted in, of course!
Parents in hand-stitched leather seats,

I bent in footwell, near mother’s feet,

boot and bench filled, family complete.
More modest cars purchased on divorce,

gone grand engines, farewell sport-torque

– replaced by budget brands of ill-report…

image: Alan Fearnley!biography/c10fk


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