Back of My Dad’s Car
I am not sure what got me thinking of back to the time, when I used to go for journeys, with my mum and dad, sat in the back of their car. How times have changed...no seat belts in those days and left in the car outside the pub for hours on end. Didn’t mind though as we got a bottle of pop to drink in the car. If we were lucky a bag of Smiths Crisps too! (The ones with the blue bag of salt in them)
Back of My Dad’s Car
When I was young
It was an adventure
To travel afar in the
Back of my Dad’s car
There were no rules
No health and safety
No buckles and belts
Harnesses and boosters
Standing between the seats
Chatting to my dad
Pretending to drive
Fighting with my brother
Pulling faces at another
Driver in the following car
Kneeling on the plastic seats
Cold in winter
Hot in summer
You know the type
Dad puffing on his pipe
Creating a smog
Couldn’t see a thing
As we filled in
Our I-Spy books
Looked for number plates
Or strange road signs
Coke and crisps
He would bring
When parked up
At a pub
While he popped in
For a pint
We didn’t mind
Waiting alone outside
It was an adventure
To travel afar in the
Back of my Dad’s car.
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