I'm motoring about with my top down.
I'm getting strange looks, but never a frown.
Ladies eyes go green and mens’ chins drop.
Until it clouds over and I have to stop.
I press a little harder and up it comes,
as the first drops of rain begin to drum.
It lands with a click and on we go.
Me and my darling convertible Peugeot.
Bedfellows
When love flows
It is refreshing like a morning breeze
Looking at my lover, bows
And conform to what we feel for each other
It is so sweet like Marshmallows
As bedfellows
Let’s play a game unknown to foes
Count my eyebrows
I will count your eyebrows
We can play the game until we doze
As a Duos
Our mission is to tame our egos
And oppose dividing thoughts that buildup to be Silos
Don’t rush to oppose
Please hear me flow
I like it when you glow
Your smile is pure like a snow
For you I can put on show
See, I’m down on your toe
No, no, no please don’t go
Believe me I won’t let you go
Because If I do, my plans will blow
I don’t know how to say this though
Your days of flying solo
Are over Joh
Fly with me to Oslo
Baby will cruise down with our Peugeot
We down to Congo
Roll down your window
Listen to the sound by the sparrow
It’s like romantic song on Metro
Shall we dance a tango
And celebrate me and you
As official bedfellows
LF52 ASV
Farewell Independence 106,
You served our Joseph well,
From driving lessons,
To Scottish holidays,
What stories you could tell,
Also a runaround for me,
LF52 ASV
Dearest Peugeot model 106,
Your toughness you did hide
A prang at Black Dog,
Then rear ended in Bath,
You took them in your stride,
Accepting what would be would be,
LF52 ASV
That wonderful little 106
Took Joe from boy to man
From sixth form commutes
Workplace, and pub quiz nights
And doubling as a van,
Showing the workhorse you could be
LF52 ASV
You exist no more you 106,
You're at the breaker's yard,
Paperwork all done,
Scrap fee received in full,
The farewell's been quite hard,
Goodbye our trusted jalopy
LF52 ASV
The driving instructor
is driving me insane.
Left?......Right?
Around the bend!
Indicate precisely
what you mean.
Please don't behave
like Mr. Bean.
Otherwise, there
could be a scene.
An ambulance may
have to be called.
You may even lose
that other ball!
Please tell me all...
Apart from driving
you know so much.
About stanzas, syllables,
sex, love and such.
I'm waiting patiently
in my car.
My fancy Peugeot,
my powerful steed.
Maybe I could teach
you a thing or two....
about speed.
I have.
I have an Olympic size swimming pool;
well actually its just a bath.
I have a snooker table;
well no not really its two balls in a sack.
I have an expensive bracelet;
alright I don't its an elastic band with some glitter glued on that's just snapped.
I've got a Ferrari car;
you know I don't actually I have a Peugeot and its colour is somewhere in between bright orange and a burnt sort of cr*p.
I have a bird sanctuary;
no I don't I have a garden and some trees in the back.
I live in a mansion;
a semi detached house with three bedrooms and a bathroom that you couldn't literally swing a rat.
I have a Gibson guitar;
well an acoustic guitar that I got free from a charity shop with 5 strings and no god damn strap.
I have millions of friends;
I have a girlfriend and the voices in my head and a one eyed sixteen year old black farting cat.
I have a message;
well its not really a message but just to say that all that I've got I appreciate and you might want to think about that.
Parlez Vous
The French may say merci beacoup
Je ne sais quoi and parlez vous
It’s not the words that turn me on
It’s something else – somewhat beyond
They’re avart garde; like film noir
Haute cuisine; a Peugeot car
It’s not the things they like I seek
It’s not the way the French all speak
No, I’m looking for a tete-a-tete
A femme fatale that falls for me
Joie de vivre with some young miss
Fait accompli – we French Kiss
Mdailey 5/15/12
I was going to write a poem for Cyndi MacMillian’s French contest but I got to playing with the words and forgot all about any format she wanted. I guess I have to think of something else for the contest.