A MAN'S ODE TO HIS CAR by Guy Roberts

This is my car and pray I must
That never will it be shamed by dust
Though it serves me well, I am it's servant
As noticed by those who are that much observant

A thing of beauty in my domain
I feel it my duty to make it quite plain
Whilst I still have the strength and am able to do so
I'll care for it just as a girl does her trousseau

Should all around me suffer demolish
I shall always give it that final polish
And standing back to survey such art
I shall feel a swelling inside my heart

And when I I m long gone to my Heavenly rest
I'll look down on that object of unstinted zest
And over it's beauty my spirit will soar
With a sad little sigh that I'll polish no more.