Feb 27 2022

Old Van

A poem...

Met a huge family with a huge van
it was a long time ago
can only recall it like a dream now
but they were real

They had just fixed the thing
it wasn’t the first time
She had been leaking oil again
engine graduated to coin-operated

The frame was stacked corn-flakes
some kids starting plucking them
poking through the sharp hole
which slowly grew in the way-back

They had their doubts but wanted to keep her
cost wasn’t an issue
most of the children only knew her
there were so many they could not reach an agreement

I wanted to tell them to buy a new one
but I wasn’t in the family
could not grab worth it

but I could and would if they still drive it now