Alicante summer 2015
Part one the car
It could have been smaller
If it had two wheels and pedals
Enthusiasm for its fuel efficiency
Gave me a similar measure
Of solace while I solved
The containment problem
How to squeeze four bags
Two adults, one lumpy boy
One smart girl, a shoulder bag
Laughter, confusion, squalling
Knees and a wife’s beautiful
Attitude into a fiat 500. I was
The miser, delegated the task
to solve the wonderful quandary
on account of been the gobshite
who inadvisably picked class z
On an economic basis
From the safety of a two hour
And thirty minute distance
Failing miserably in considering
The fitting them all in conundrum
Their eyebrows raised when
I suggested we may have to
Possibly, but not likely get out
And push the ladybird up the
Steep hills. The auburn haired one
Christened it so but I remembered
The Irish way, the father’s punto
The uncoolest ever cream one’s saviour
The high hill’s fast descent to
Stretch beyond the internal combustion
Engines defined limitations to
conquer the summit of the next.
It was all a shocking disappointment
Until the button, the special one we never
Had before, the one to transform the
Pappy Smurf’s dream automobile
vehicle into a super duper, trendy, top
Of the range wonder of a convertible.
Small expanded to the edges of the
Blue sky still capable of fitting
In the rear end of a real motor
The wife was doubtful the
Kids were delightful and I drove
In some state of hopeful
Words I love to write 