Gearbox Poems - Poems about Gearbox

...Backyard Mechanic by Bob Moore © 2019 I’m a guy of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, a Ford man, or a Holden or two we didn’t bother with garages, if the car broke, we knew what to do We only needed a spann......Read the rest...

...I’ll always remember my very first car All gleaming in shiny red metal It never broke down, going near, going far The fire in my gut wouldn’t settle Each morning I’d hop in that open top Somet......Read the rest...

...Me cars down at the doctors ‘cause there’s trouble with the coil, and somewhere I’m losing water so once or twice I’ve had it boil. It needs another set of spark plugs and me mufflers had the pip, ......Read the rest...

...Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend, Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek. The grass is cut, the fields set out, th......Read the rest...

...This transmission is always meshed Rotating gears of helical threshed A dog clutch and synchronic ring Engaging gears this fork in swing Fourth, Third, second and first Gears are changed......Read the rest...

...Roaming is my new hobby scanning the world for a new circus swinging from the rafters are monkeys on an acid trip bleeding white liquid onto the crowds watching them have their fun I know not......Read the rest...