XLVI
Have you ever wondered where
James Bond found his mechanic?
His cars always spring to life
With never a non-start panic.
His car is well defended
With rockets, bullets, knives
For men like 007 lead
Exciting, dangerous lives.
The car can turn amphibian
With no sign of leaks.
In spite of salty water
You hear no rusty squeaks.
He's confident and laid back
And his faith in his car is complete.
I'm sure his garage never says:
"Can't fit you in this week"
Eventually Bond must slip up
And land in a muddy ditch,
As he concentrates on seduction,
He'll forget and press the wrong switch.
April 1988
