This is my feeble, get-aboard-the-bus-at-any-price effort. It has the virtue of being short.
This red car has seen better days.
Once, it would have slipped out of the garage
Like a shiny red tongue, stuck defiantly out at the world.
The tongue's lolling listlessly now, though
And cannot so much as muster a feeble raspberry.
Wishing I could be in Wicklow on Friday....