Last Of The V8s Poem by Paul Warren

A lament now lost to the world
Of things that were once wonderfully held
Powder blue Valiants with a big V8
That were kings of the road as our driving mate

Some of us went back to the time
When quarter windows were in so fine
And the only police sign there was on the roof
Was one that lit up in the night as police proof

But from these cars that we had
Commercial Radios were taken out so sad
So transistor radios were part of personal equipment
To entertain us through the nightshift hours for amusement

The Chrysler Valiant V8s were the go
And when we drove them out it was quite a show
Made in South Australia at Tonsley Park
With one blue dome light they were so sharp

But every car has its own nemesis
And spoon drains were hard on sumps making a mess
The Valiant was a large and heavy fleet
From times now past not so indiscreet.

© Paul Warren Poetry