Cars Go
Range Rover four-by-four on suburban school-run
Crawling over speed-bumps in the lanes of Chelsea
With Rupert, Josh and Jasmine
Watching Harry Potter
Their in-car entertainment on the DVD
Low-slung Lamborghini growling through the rush-hour
Fuming in the traffic on the inter-state
With a five-litre V8
Banker for a driver
Who paid fifty thousand for his number-plate
Rusty yellow Mini with a hard-up student
Straining in the slow-lane of the motorway
With a knocking from the big-end
Bald tyres, oil leak,
Dented body-work and rear wheels that splay.
(With apologies to John Masefield)


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So I looked up John Masefield and found this. I hope you don't mind me quoting the poem as it clearly explains your apology.
Thanks for your lovely poem. I especially felt for the banker...is that personification?
Thanks for your pointing me to John Masefield as well. He is certainly one to inspire great work!
Cargoes
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amythysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
John Masefield
Yes, I wanted to write more, but as Masefield confined himself to three stanzas, I did, too. Actually, I can hardly contain myself. Where's that pencil?
Probably 'Sea Fever' is Masefield's best loved poem.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting