Our light sedan slid sideways over greasy Mungo
The consistency of porridge - as red as bullock's
She skated and spun slowly to face the way we'd
(And I fancy that she curtseyed a la Torvill and
Our entreaties would not move her, she was
disinclined to try
Complaining that we'd promised to keep her bottom
"It was sunny", we assured her, "the skies were
clear and blue -
How could we know a little rain would turn the
dust to glue ?"
Clearly unforgiving she snarled and sulky sat
Muttering in Motor-ese, 'My battery's almost flat!'
Tho' she stirred and showed some interest to see a
Obviously smitten by the handsome four wheel drive!
Meekly she consented to the offer of a tow
'Wherever you go, Big Boy, that's where I will go!'
Now we dare not leave the asphalt - she pretends
to stall or flood
Can't stand dirt on her Dunlops since she sampled