Car Pride (or not)

My Dad was fond of cars

He treated them with care

Always kept them spick and span

With few signs of wear.

He’d wash, dry, and polish

Till the outside gleamed

Interiors were spotless

Barely used, it seemed.

He’d do basic maintenance

Think oil, and wiper blades

Water bottles were kept full

Car pride, he had in spades.

He'd never let a fuel tank

Drop down below a quarter

Oh, I wish those car-care genes

Had passed on to his daughter…

I should pay so much more

Attention to my car

Dad would surely wonder 
How I let it get this far.

The outside? It has layers

Of grime, dirt, and dust

I will wash it one day soon

Oh, yes, I really must.

The mirrors, they have cobwebs  🕷

My tyres are almost bald

The inside? Well, it's full of junk

Dad would be appalled!

This weekend, I’ll clean my car

The weather will be great...  🤔

Doing chores on sunny days??

I think the car can wait!