Two years and a half I’ve had to treasure,
To know the secret places of your soul.
I like to think I’ve helped to make you whole -
Insured you for business and for pleasure.
When vandals kicked out your left quarterlight
And splattered eggs across your bonnet fair,
I swore I’d take revenge both fair and square
(And park you ‘neath a streetlamp overnight).
For cosseting you seems to help you start,
When damp and cold have set into your points.
With WD40 I anoint
And let you lift on wings this driver’s heart.
I’ll let no-one else drive you, for you’re mine -
Both bodywork and soul, my 309.
(2002)
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