Brief Encounter



He owned the car jointly

with his best friend.

It was very old

and very grand, 

a Rolls, Bentley,

Jag, or Daimler

or something

similar.


It made stately progress along my street

and I was unsure whether to wave

queen-like

at the neighbours

or pretend I hadn’t seen them.


It didn’t last, though.

It was a gas guzzler

par excellence

and after just one trip 

the four mile journey,

was declared too expensive

and so I was back on the bus,

just one more time!


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