A colleague at work purchased a Jeep Cherokee last December (not my cup of tea but each to their own). Anyway, he emailed me a poem that he found on the Auto Express website:

You all poked fun
You had your laughs
You quoted fuel consumption graphs

The papers ensured
We all were mocked
With vitriol that left us shocked

You scratched our cars
You hurled abuse
With swearing sometimes quite profuse

You cut us up
You pushed us out
Two fingers and an angry shout

Such hatred
Never felt before
Until I drove a Four-by-Four

But suddenly you’re not so snide
“Can little Johnny have a ride?”

“My car is stuck”
“My wheels just spin”
“OMG, we’re all snowed in”

To school, to work
Without a fuss
I’m suddenly the minibus

The neighbour’s friend.
(Although you sniffed,
You nonetheless took up the lift)

The snow will go
The ice will melt
But will the gratitude be felt?

When weather is no more a factor
Remember your friend
The Chelsea Tractor.

 LL.B (Hons) - University of Derby
LOT (Lord of Time) - University of Gallifrey

Don't mention tractors you'll wake him up  Ours - 2008 Stornoway Grey HSE Auto
Tricia's - 2006 Royal Blue Beetle Cabriolet Auto
Mine - 2014 Vespa GTS 300 Super Sport Matt Black
Ours - 2007 White Bailey Pageant Champagne

Nice one Doc.

Nice to see it in a poem but it is so bloody true

Nice one Doc  ______________________
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