‘KOMBI’
How I loved my old VW Kombi. She was like my 5th child, and when we all left England & moved off to Australia in 1986, the Kombi was thrown into a container & shipped too. When she finally gave her last puff of smoke in Sydney I felt so very sad & felt compelled to write her story
She’s looking quite exhausted now,
Her engine’s blowing smoke,
Acceleration’s very slow,
And top speed’s just a joke.Her paintwork’s dotted here and there,
With ugly warts of rust,
Enhanced by Sydney’s damp salt air,
That settled like the dust.One side door doesn’t open now,
The rear door sticks half way.
Four tyres need replacing.
I’ll do it all someday.The indicators work when warm,
But sometimes fail when cold.
I tried, but couldn’t find the fault.
Maybe we’re both too old.Two continents we have explored,
In fourteen years together.
Driven through the alpine snow,
And Queensland’s sticky weather.How proud she looked when first we met,
Her paint was gleaming blue,
Her diesel engine in the back,
That purred so sweet and true.You’ve served your family, oh so well,
And always done your best.
My wonderful VW,
It’s time to take a rest.