First car, first kiss, two loves, first ex...
Cause and effects and how they vex.
Gloss green, two-seats, a luggage rack -
trendy too - no half-seat in the back!
And I was green - without the chrome.
Peerless we were when close to home.
Our favourite haunt, the loving tree.
She loved the car; I thought she fancied me.
But of the kisses I'll not tell,
nor what took place to break the spell.
In any case, the die was cast:
four battered knees - it could not last.
Four parents ending the affair,
my rapture turning to despair.
The final blow had been a shock:
crunch time for knees - a stumbling block,
the pedals now too near the seat
for push-pull motions of the feet.
Two loves lost to a single blow,
a world of sunshine turned to snow.
The car first mothballed and then sold -
first ever thoughts of growing old,
first ever thoughts that what you know
can turn to nothing as you grow.
The world was not a faithful place
with love and loss so commonplace.
The Gulf oil spillage
said to be what the US burns -
every five hours.
(Every 5 hours, 10 minutes, to be precise,
but this statistic struck me rather forcibly.
The volume is said to be 184 million gallons.)