(“MZs—built by blacksmiths”)
Petrol seems to be seeping
From the carburettor, it drips
In a gathering pool of sadness
Upon my garage floor.
Old lass, alas, you’ll have to go!
Last week it was the throttle,
This week it is the clutch,
Your battery died on Sunday,
Today your tyres are down.
Old friend, I fear, the end is near!
I kick you every morning
A hundred times to start
And when your engine finally coughs
I’m just about a corpse.
For the sake of my heart, we’ll have to part!
I know we’ve been together
Two decades on the road
And once we were unpassable,
But as those days are past—
It’s time that I should say goodbye!
Goodbye, goodbye, old ETZ
You’ve lasted many a year:
I shall swallow my pride
And unwillingly ride
A characterless Kawasaki!
Pete Crowther
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-to-my-mz-etz-250/
