She's getting tired my old lass, at fifty four I think I'll pass <br />she grumbles, moans, men know the score! i think it's time I showed her the door! <br />when she was young, . i didn't mind, she seemed, like (well) one of a kind! <br />she's passed her best, lets face it guys! a pound foolish a penny wise! <br />now i drool over the latest model, i think she's for me! what a doddle! <br /> my old girl has done her best, and she'll retire like all the rest <br />should i keep her on for for pity's sake? NO! bugger it! i'm on the make! <br />get rid of her now, while she is down, she'll cost me money, and make me frown <br />I'm tempted, to let her go, I 'm thinking hard! and i think no! <br />sweetheart! you have never let me down! it seems that i have been the clown <br />you have the right to moan and groan, and to live in my humble home! <br />your waterworks, leaking on the floor, dribbling slowly out the door <br />my mind has made a decision, with engineering skills and precision! <br />I'll restore you to your former pride, no longer will you have to hide <br />to me your agless! my old friend, andto you, i will lovingly attend <br />your worn out pump, and sluggish starts, hydraulics, splined and geared parts <br />My Nuffield tractor, was England's best! so be it! my case! i rest!<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-has-to-go/
