Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | September 26, 2012





A woman looked at him (for shame!),

Because his car had no name…

Explain as he could

She thought it no good,

(No wonder it doesn’t act tame!).

For she could not see

Value to anonymity…

A car was a friend

On whom to depend,

(He shook his head disgustedly).

For him it was a machine,

To transport him and look mean…

Why should it be done

This personification,

For him it was an odd form of meaning.


—Jonathan Caswell



  1. ah but cars express the driver liked this write

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