My Car

When I drive my car it clonks and it clanks,
it shudders and shakes it boings and it bangs.
It goes up a hill with a splutter and a cough,
When It gets to the top the mirror drops off.

The wheels go round with a squeak and a squeal,
And the body is now more rust than steel.
There’s oil on the mat which is ever so deep,
The wipers don’t wipe and the horn doesn’t peep.

It fails to start when the weather is cold,
I’ve had it for years, and it’s getting old.
Its been a good friend, I don’t want to get rid,
Please fix it for me – I’ll give you ten quid!