Ode to Gertrude
Whilst waiting for the wax to dry
I thought I’d have a minor try
Express my new found heart’s desires
For one old girl who’s wrinkled tyres
Have never failed to raise a smile
More fun per pound per rev per mile
Than any four wheeled box provides
With safe progressive relaxed rides
My girl’s been mine for merely days
Discovering all her little ways
Of slipping gears and sulking slightly
If I squeeze the clutch too lightly
Sedate braking, gentle steering
Careful leaning always fearing
Antique fuses ancient wiring
End my trundles with misfiring
But nothing seems to phase my maiden
Stripped of weight or fully laden
She’s such a gem, a classic steed
She satisfies an old man’s need.
Thm
