I wote a poem about the MX-5

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Zoomin’ in a Mazda MX-5

In a Mazda MX-5, I’m feelin’ alive,
Got the roof down, sun shinin’, watch me thrive,
Engine purrs like a cat, slick and spry,
Road’s my stage, and I’m the star, oh my!

Cruisin’ down the road, lookin’ like a king,
Passin’ all those dullards, let 'em see me swing,
Tiny car, big heart, with style to spare,
Every corner’s a thrill, every mile a dare.

But watch out, dear drivers, I’m here to ignite,
You’re all in my way, so I’ll speed up tonight,
In this little rocket, I’m the belle of the ball,
Tailgatin’ the tortoises, having a ball!

It’s a pocket rocket, baby, not just a craft,
With curves like a goddess, sleek lines to admire,
Every twist of the wheel feels like I’m on fire.

With my foot on the pedal, can’t let my fun fade, in my ride,
This Mazda’s got spirit, let it be my guide!

So if you see me zoomin’, hair blowin’ in the breeze,
In my little MX-5, life’s a laugh with ease,
With every turn and every swerve, I’m livin’ my dream,
In my MX5, I’m the king of the scene!

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Very nice! Your original prose?

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Out of sheer curiosity, I got ChatGPT to write me this:

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‘It dances on roads, embracing the trees. ‘

That’s tempting fate….

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AI clearly likes to live right on the edge of the grip envelope…

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Paddy McGuire
Sat on his fire
(Burns.) :fire:

As I wuz walkin’ doon the road.
Ah met a coo :cow:
A bull …mah Goad. :face_with_head_bandage: :coffin:

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Okay

So I don’t think Pam Ayres or John Cooper Clarke are gonna feel concerned by our ‘poetry’ ??

But here are a couple ‘wot I wrote’ in the past [hint…they’re meant to make you laugh :crossed_fingers:]

‘To Dad-On the Return of His Licence’

In the pubs and clubs and restaurants
Around Manchester way
They huddle in quiet corners
And do you know what they say ?
Beware my friends The Terror
That stalks the streets at night
It’s a crafty and subtle beastie
That is coloured red, blue and white
It lies in wait at junctions
For it’s victims to come into view
Then, quickly out it speeds
To nab and breathalyze you !
A tall and menacing stranger
Will approach all dressed in blue
He’ll ask if you’ve been drinking-
You know - Alcohol -the evil brew
He’ll tolerate your excuses
You’ll say you’ve not come far
But he’ll look upon you sternly and say
“I’ve come to take you away” (hah hah!)
Then in his deep dark dungeons
He’ll summon up his mate
Instructing him to ‘take the blood’
Of you…the now ‘sober’ inebriate
Later on in a courtly room
You’ll offer apologies and assurance
But ‘Ban, fine, fees’ will be the response
And dread that increased insurance !
So, remember clearly the warning
That well-wishers have given you
Beware the crafty and subtle beastie
That is coloured red, white and blue

(Alcoholics)…Anon

One of my brothers-in-law [police] apparently printed this out and and put it on a Notice Board in their Traffic Station…apparently they found it amusing to be referred to as a ‘crafty and subtle beastie’

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In similar vein…

To Dad…On the Occasion of his 60th Birthday

The peaceful town of Whitby
Sits quietly on the coast
It’s a gentle fishing village
Now untroubled by vampires or ghosts

But - here begins a happening
The like of you never did see
It’s a tale to tell your children
And go down in history

The Ides of March had come and gone
Folk had little to fear they thought
When the still of night was shattered
And the attention of all was caught

It began as just a rumble
Far off but very clear
The shrieks and cries it uttered
Put men and beasts in fear

The police were armed and waiting
As panic filled the air
The ‘thing’ was getting closer
People everywhere…beware !

Behind the curtained windows
There was nothing to do but wait
As the tension slowly mounted
The brave accepted their fate

Then out of the shadows a ‘hero’
Called out ‘Whatsever a miss’ ?
Come out here - there’s nothing to fear
It’s just ‘Our Terry’ - been out on the p***