David. Not part of your contest because I am overwhelmed by memories of my poet-aunt's Baby Austin which was a tiny horseless carriage. Written on the hoof.
A ruby saloon is an elegant car,
but my suffragette aunt went one better
with a Baby Austin which carried her far
in her role as a stylish pace-setter.
The panels were fashioned from wood
and the seats were a fragrant soft leather.
We read Edward Lear as it suited her mood
when we travelled the country together.
It's true I was three and those trips were my first
How I loved every sight and the motion,
and the scent of the car made my heart nearly burst.
For my aunt I felt utter devotion.
The ruby saloon is delightful. The art
of those Austins was style and simplicity.
Whether ruby or blue you can tell from the start
they embody our needs with felicity.
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