Song Lyric Sunday. Drive / Driving.

This week HelenVahdati gave us the Song Lyric Sunday prompt of Drive or Driving. Rules and Pingback Here

Well I am running against time today so luckily it was an easy pick for me. When I’m driving in my Car. By Maddness.

“Driving In My Car”

I’ve been driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don’t really care, give me some gas and the open air

It’s a bit old but it’s mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody’s fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha

I’ve been driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I drive up to Muswell Hill, I’ve even been to Selsey Bill
I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58
This copper stopped me the other day, you’re mistaken what could I say
The tyres were a little worn, they were O.K., I could have sworn
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

I like driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

Lyrics by AtoZ Lyrics

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August Stanza 12

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a rant from the heart.

Image from Pixabay

Not.

Not for want of trying, I

Have spread my wings,to learn to fly.

Not for want of doing right

I’ve raged and screamed against the night

Not only for myself

I’ve questioned the distribution of wealth .

Not for my grandchildren but also me

I tried to set the opposed free

And scrape the plastic from the sea.

Not just on a whim

I’ve pointed out our leaders sins.

Not for want of trying and I am not alone.

I’ve wept for the tired planet we call home.

Not to any avail.