My father bought me a red Hillman Imp for my seventeenth birthday

He thought that I would drive it along the country roads

But forgot that we had moved to a coastal town just a year earlier

So I took the opportunity to explore the turquoise seas in my little red car

Which apart from the careless white fish was a dreamlike experience

There were no other cars on the ocean floor

Because of the coral restrictions

I still have my little Hillman Imp

And keep it in a splendid garage

But I no longer drive my car

As it has been drying out

Since the summer

Of nineteen ninety




A Poem by Silly Boy