(“MZs—built by blacksmiths”) <br /> <br />Petrol seems to be seeping <br />From the carburettor, it drips <br />In a gathering pool of sadness <br />Upon my garage floor. <br /> <br />Old lass, alas, you’ll have to go! <br /> <br />Last week it was the throttle, <br />This week it is the clutch, <br />Your battery died on Sunday, <br />Today your tyres are down. <br /> <br />Old friend, I fear, the end is near! <br /> <br />I kick you every morning <br />A hundred times to start <br />And when your engine finally coughs <br />I’m just about a corpse. <br /> <br />For the sake of my heart, we’ll have to part! <br /> <br />I know we’ve been together <br />Two decades on the road <br />And once we were unpassable, <br />But as those days are past— <br /> <br />It’s time that I should say goodbye! <br /> <br />Goodbye, goodbye, old ETZ <br />You’ve lasted many a year: <br />I shall swallow my pride <br />And unwillingly ride <br /> <br />A characterless Kawasaki!<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-to-my-mz-etz-250/
