My Old Ford Cortina

My old Ford Cortina MK2

I start this poem with once upon a time
I bought my first car an old Cortina,
I would take it to the pub for a gin and lime
With my old struggle whose name was Catrina.

Iwould park the vehicle nearby
Where therewas a spacy car park,
And all the birds would come fly
Among whom there was a sky-lark.

A robber came and took the car away
As it was the easiest car to be stolen,
While we were drinking and got carried away
Oblivious of what was going to happen.

A day later when I was walking casually
I found a car similar to mine,
As I came closer to it gradually
It was my own car parked on the yellow line.

I jumped into it and started the old Ford
It went like a rocket when I tried,
I gave it a long run and thanked the Lord
But my expensive tools were missing and I cried.

All the other contents went too that made me sad
I'll have to buy all again I roared like a lion,
They were valuable items given to me by my dad
Whom I always admired as he was one in a million.

I promptly installed a cut-out switch
So that it cannot be driven away,
I should have done that without any hitch
But it occurred to me only yesterday.

The car's numberplate had a name ROY
So it had more value than the vehicle,
I sold the plate separately and jumped with joy
And thought what happened was a miracle.

Then I never dared to buy another Ford
So I purchased a beautiful Peogeot 309,
Guess what I did somewhere near the dash bord
Fitted a cut-out switch that you will never find.