This is my latest and spanking new Poem piece with the title, My Father's Car. It's totally fictional so don't read too much into it. Enjoy!




My Father's Car
Just as red
As the colour of dread
As I thought I was safe
As the coolest of breeze got to my face





My Father's House
The best of the best
I felt it was a nest
As I thought it was for the best
But it was only a fancy net





My Father's Bed
Just as soft and delicate
As my skin gently ached
As I let go of myself
As the thinnest of finest thread






My Father's Wife
For she was the finest of Dame
I had to call her another name
As she was never around
After that time she landed on the ground




My Father himself
He kept his love on a shelf
It was never around
As it never turned around

Bring it on!