Ode to an SUV
A not too serious poem...
A village in winter
No grit on the lane
Slip into snow mode
Or skidding’s a pain
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Wheelchair to transport
A rollator too
Ladies with walking frames,
Cars just won’t do
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Each week on a Wednesday
My challenge, the same
8 bags and a cool box
Don’t work on a train
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Power button lit
Like a cheery hello
“Regenerative drive”…
And we’re ready to go
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Her poise on the driveway,
Her charms beckon me.
Please don’t let her tyres down,
She’s a PHEV !
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I missed this! A very relatable poem: though I don't own an SUV, I am familiar with the challenges of transporting a rollator!
Paul- This ending really stood out: "Please don’t let her tyres down, She’s a PHEV !" Thanks for sharing. Hope you're well. :)