Digging around in the archives. Friday is for familys, except for today when its for friends.
One of my roommates from college (and frequent commentator here at Coffeespoons) is Bobby. In college, he drove around a 1982 Mustard Yellow Toyota Corolla that had seen better days. Held together by an unholy alliance of dirt and bondo, it consisted of dents, cracked windows, and chipped paint. (Completely unlike the one in the picture.)
One day (as I recall, Bobby will correct me otherwise) we went out from our apartment to discover that someone put a brand new dent in the vehicle. (Though frankly, in retropspect, I’m unsure that we could actually tell.) Anyway, at the time I wrote the following poem and read it to Bobby in a strongly exaggerated British accent. And for some reason, I saved it.
“Ode to Bobby’s Car on the Occasion of a Recent Accident” September 1990
“Ode to Bobby’s Car on the Occasion of a Recent Accident” September 1990
O’ the certain servitude which thou hast rendered unto your lord.
And how noble was thy form and such color as was pleasing to the eye.
But now…Hark! A nick hath marred they unblemished brow, and a flaw has disrupted pure utter perfection.
Oh the hooliganism!
Oh the waste of it all!
Ye gods, why sleepest thou when such abominations as these cover the earth?!
1 comments:
I don't remember this poem, but I'm certain it must have allowed a cathartic release.
Also, I think there may be a conflation here of two events involving two separate cars. I arrived to college in a Datsun 210 that went away (I believe) after an accident in front of a major supermarket chain.
My second car was the dud you mentioned (but was not the model pictured in your post), which rarely ran, and never ran well. One morning, I went outside to find someone had thrown a brick through one of the windows (the back window?). Unable to afford a replacement, I had them drag the thing away forever.
Whatever the case, the poem and your fake British accent were both beautiful.
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