Ford Anglia
Ford Anglia, Ford Anglia,
You were always my favourite Car.
Distinctive shape and two-toned colour,
In the showroom, you were the Star.
Cortina, my Cortina,
Your sleek lines made a statement.
People would often turn their heads,
In wonder and amazement.
Zodiac, mighty Zodiac,
A real Man’s motor was this big boy.
Leather seats and chrome hub caps,
The Daddy with his pride and joy.
Escort, oh classic Escort,
You certainly broke the mould.
A family car that thrilled a generation,
So popular, millions were sold.
The old Fords had some character,
Unlike Fiesta, Mondeo or Focus.
Though the exhaust fumes weren’t too green,
Carbon Monoxide used to choke us.
Categories:
anglia, car, emotions, memory, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Where the fields meet the sky,
Where ears of golden corn reach high
And winding tree-lined lanes pass by,
See the flatlands which stretch away
On a sunny, blue-sky day
With wind-blown, snow-white clouds at play.
Where sounds of Summer fill the air
And showers sprinkle water where
Young flowers flourish without care.
Where daylight overcomes the dark
To welcome the ascending lark
Whose song is England's living spark.
Country beauty fills all the view
With shades of green and golden hue
And scents of fragrant blossom too.
Old men sit here and reminisce
About those bygone days they miss,
Evenings spent in Bury and Diss.
Suffolk countryside lies at rest,
Of all East Anglia the best,
Constable-country treasure chest.
Categories:
anglia, beauty, nature,
Form: Light Verse
I met a little Welsh girl,
From a village called Southsea.
I had a BeeSA Thunderbolt,
That attracted her to me.
We rode around the country,
We rode around the lanes.
A lovely throbbing feeling,
But not much good for games
.
At night I’d ride my BSA,
To collect her from her home.
But then we’d go out in her car,
The country lanes to roam.
My lovely little Welsh lass,
Had a car with classic style.
This Anglia we drove about,
For many a happy mile.
The beauty of her little car,
Was clear when it was parked.
In lay bys, on the country lanes,
Quite often after dark!
I loved my BeeSA Thunderbolt,
My Welsh girl loved it too.
But the back seat of her Anglia,
Gave us both, much more to do!
I’ve now been married quite some time,
To the Welsh girl… not the car.
An Anglia has not been built,
That would ever go that far!
And I’ve spent many decades,
Still riding on that frame.
No not my cherished Thunderbolt,
For that was far too tame!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
anglia, fun, girlfriend, love, passion,
Form: Rhyme
My Granny
My Granny's name was Edna
But no one could say it
So they called her Bonnie
And she was
My Granny watered her ferns with Disprin
Every Saturday morning
She said it made them flourish
And it did
My Granny slept with four pillows
Every night
She said it stopped her snoring
But it didn't
My Granny drove a yellow Anglia to town
Wearing her best hat
She said it went too fast
And it did
My Granny loved her Sherry a lot
All the time
She said that she didn't
But she did
My Granny only saw happiness in the world
She took me everywhere beautiful
Whenever she could
And she did
My Granny lost her husband at 44
She never remarried
She said she wouldn't
And she didn't
My Granny loved me very much
And told me all the time
She said I would be a writer
And I am
My Granny died in hospital
From Pneumonia at 84
She said you've been a brick Darling
And I was
My Granny was a special person
She was kind to everyone
I told her I loved her whenever I could
And I always will
Categories:
anglia, grandmother, love,
Form: Free verse