Drawing by Judith Wolfe
IAN PATTERSON

Poem


      Carfiddler

      Rusting hulks, two of them
      Blockade the front lawn
      Round the back - three more
      Two with wheels - even

      From under the hood
      'There's hope for this puppy
      Exclaims an arse crack atop greasy denim
      Chrome spanner protrudes pocket at the ready

      The Valiant's work in progress
      While the license is on hold
      Toil between Formula One
      And armchair Rally Series

      The trip home from the boozer
      After Shumacher done it again
      Being the demise
      Nine month respite - from legal tooling

      The Valiants look'n' promise'n' though
      Another for spares, to keep the dog in
      Need a cash injection, for stee@n'joints
      And to cover the sky bill

      There's a mile of parts here man
      Rims, leafspdngs, doors or three, beer cans - bald tyres
      Rusfn' crankshafts - to hold a setnet in the tide
      Waste oil drums, two parts oil, one part rainwater

      Arsecrack disappears, straightening
      With a stretch, replaced by beerbelly
      Hairy, pale - all paid for mate
      Oiled fingers scratch a weeks stubble

      Brown o'clock, the body autopilots
      To the shed, fhdge - TV on top - beckons
      Open the nudie girl clad door
      Sundays supplies holding well
      POP, ah nectar - fingers smear the tin

      Sprong, down on the foetid couch
      Amid internal combustion components
      A finger stab at the remote, flicks the box on
      King is going hard out in Belgium

      Eyes gentle in the flicker of the screen
      Mind on Valiant timing
      Hand on a cold one
      Missus Tucked off last week
      Summer's on its way
      Long evenings under the bonnet
      Life's just too sweet


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