Pony

My dad's Hyundai Pony was the best.
It got me into school and out of hell.
Beaded seat protectors gave us rest
and comfort, that's despite the grubby smell
of smoke and worry that we'd both break down
without mum there to make him take a break.
We'd freeze mid-lane and smack into the ground
Where mum-
We didn't though. He kept that Pony shipshape.
And now, what's left? A little rusty key
In my pocket, by my heart, part of me.