Into deep water my car swam.

Floated just like as discarded can.

By a Widnes Bridge, a scary ride.

A very nervous Ploy, by my side.

 

We escaped from the watery snare.

My car gargled and gasped for air.

Hissing, blowing off puffs of steam.

We pulled away from the stream.

 

This deluge I had no chance to avert.

No flood warnings, no signs of alert.

I lifted the bonnet, let the engine dry.

But the rain still poured from the sky.

 

I drove the car home, safe and slow.

That was on Tuesday, now 4 days ago.

But that watery grave had left its mark!

My Fiesta won’t start, no life, no spark.

 

Too expensive to repair, I’ve been told.

It that condition, my car can’t be sold.

Thanks to that perilous waterlogged trap.

My car has no value, only good to scrap!