The old blue Commodore
Parked casually on the grass in the backyard
The lackluster patina of corrosion
Oozing from every rusty pore
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This is awesome! We also have an old blue commodore parked up on the grass. I have a picture of my son as my screen saver, standing in front of the open bonneted car with a spanner in his hand. Your poem captures this male ritual brilliantly. Loved it love Gyp's
it has ever been thus...