Car Troubles... Poem by Shaun Cronick

I'm just sitting here like a lemon,
Waiting for the phone to ring.
And when it finally decides to,
Will I hear an unwelcome sting.

Good day there Mr Cronick,
You're car has so sadly failed its M O T.
Don't worry we'll do the work,
To be ready next year at half past three.

It's all about the parts,
Flown in from another country.
From the jungles of never never,
With an exorbitant import fee.

And then there is our labour,
If they one distant day arrive.
We're so reassuringly expensive,
Our final bill a bloated surprise.

So please bear with us Mr Cronick,
We will so honestly do our best.
And after we put the phone down,
You're screwed like all the rest.