Our Beat Up Ford Poem by Haruna Garba

One time faulty trafficators
And another faulty tail light
Electricians see a lot of me
Carburetor gulping like rumdum
Smoke stashed in greenhouse
Mechanics see a lot of me

Dynamo will whirr to remain stalled
Push-started, idle speed runs high
Which unscrewing couldn't help
Such is our ford, adamant to repair
Which tallies with our Lamenting land

The passengers sulking all the way
The driver in hope, sweating it out
So are the mechanics and wiremen
It could have been manufacture flaws
And we bought product warranty free