Showroom Style

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: pixabay.com.

Showroom Style

 

How many hours has he invested

in this car – his pride and joy?

Paintwork has to be gleaming;

a yellow so bright it can very nearly blind you,

take your sight as it dazzles its way along tarmacked streets

grabbing attention in its wake.

You won’t see this one trying to blend in,

instead it screams out: ‘Look at me!’

Not so much as a mark or scratch

must mar the surface of this creation.

Blackened tyres, replaced well before they need to be;

blackened windows – strange it seems,

.for he's clearly trying to grasp on to every scrap of attention.

Metal grilles have been rust-proofed,

reduced to bare metal and polished up

to a glowing perfection - silver style -

along with the wheels that must be kept clean

from dust, from dirt, from any kind of street grime.

He wants to make them all stop and stare

as though their admiration spreads

from his car to himself – oh, what a Hot Rod!

Personally, I can’t see what the fuss is about,

a car that will go from A to B

is plenty good enough for me;

I don’t want a high maintenance ride

where every single journey leads to hours of

cleaning, waxing, polishing and microscopic inspection

for even the hint of a slightest scratch.

He thinks I’m a philistine,

that I have no concept of value, of worth;

whereas me, I kind of wonder how he never outgrew

the toys for the boys stage -

showroom style.

 

 

 

 


Submitted: June 14, 2020

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Mike S.

A fine take on the pic, Hull!

Sun, June 14th, 2020 5:31pm

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There's a lot of these people about, Mike. Thanks for giving this a read.

Sun, June 14th, 2020 10:47am

Sue Harris

A former neighbour of ours was exactly the same, cleaned and preened it daily, If it rained it remained in the garage while he and his wife took the bus! Absolutely pathetic, talk about skewed values. Excellent, poem!

Mon, June 15th, 2020 10:47am

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Hmmm. Well, it might well be that I have some experience of living with this. Honestly, I just don't get it.
Thanks, Sue.

Mon, June 15th, 2020 11:49am

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