Little PYG!

Little PYG

Little PYG

Oh my first car,

You were a star...

Snow white body

Moss green bonnet

What a trusty old car you were.

Hugging 'S' bends on

Sepentine mountain range

Cantering upwards like a colt.

Tinny radio songs.

~

Little PYG

Little PYG

Windows wound down

Crisp breeze...

No cold aircon...

Toasty heater

Life was simpler way back then.

'Three on the Tree' gear stick...

Changin' up 'n down was slick.

Carried friends

To their homes...

Rainbow jewelled sunsets.

~

This is a lullaby written about my first car... constructed out of two second hand, Ford cars combined into one. "Three on the tree" was what we called column shift gears, back in the day... unlike "Four on the Floor" (or 5 or 6) as seen now.

I needed a car to travel ninety minutes up and down windy mountain ranges to my job as shift worker. It's number plate was PYG, so the car became fondly known as "The PYG." The PYG was no great beauty, but a 'trusty steed.' She was almost lost in the mists of time until Judey suggested an easy writer's prompt of a lullaby for a First Car.

I have tried to fit the words to Brahm's Lullaby.

~

Inspired by Judey’s prompts as seen below.