Once we had a car, <br />that was the colour of silver grey. <br />Now this little car, who we called our jam jar, <br />just loved a rainy day. <br />She would drive around for hour's, <br />with her wiper's turned on, <br />they would race back and forwards, <br />until the rain had compleatly gone. <br />Her brakes were truely majic, <br />when pulled up at a halt. <br />Then a funny sort of sound would come, <br />as if she was saying' that ain't my fault! <br />This lovely little car of our's, <br />was just a little dream, <br />driving down the highway, <br />with her headlights on full beam. <br />Everytime it rained, she always looked bright, <br />even if we were driving, <br />all through the night. <br />The crome on her bumper, <br />shone like stars in the sky. <br />Then everything seemed to change, <br />when the weather turned dry. <br />The jam jar, would not start, <br />because her battery woulden't charge, <br />so jump leads were needed, <br />with a push, shuve and a barge. <br />If we went on our holidays, <br />and the weather was fine, <br />we always prayed for rain, <br />so we would reach there on time. <br />In seventy six, there came a heatwave, <br />and the weather was boiling hot. <br />The same thing happened to our jam jar, <br />then she gave her last breath, <br /> and died there on the spot.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-car-the-jam-jar/
