My Best Mechanical Friend

My Best Mechanical Friend You pester me with the slightest errors. You bing and bong Giving me night terrors. I want drive along And not listen to musical scarers. It’s three degrees and you let me know. You shout at me. And then you show On the dash a disaster ahead And you bing and bong While but nothing is said. You’re a lovely car I wouldn’t swap. I just want the bings and bongs to stop. Let me drive in blissful peace. And not steer while grinding my teeth. An eighties car that’s what I need. It doesn’t have feelings, it doesn’t bleed. It’ll carry on until it drops. It won’t flash and bleep if a tyre pops. Then I drive you just one more day The sun is shining, so beeps are okay. David Cox 23/04/24