Rov and Rover

White Rover, bright Rover

My sights are set on you

Rover baby, you are proper

And not sober

Like po-faced cars

With repellant scars

With you, I discover poesy

You are so much nicety

Minus the hauteur of Altis or City

Or the corpulent Swift

Unlike some buxom lady

Of taste to a cineaste like me

You are star in any blockbuster

But tell me, what do I do

To stop the Robber?

Keep you under the lights

Stay awake in the nights

Watch over you

Constantly, from my balcony

You make me happier than money

Cute Rover, say you ain’t so mute

Your front grille gleams a smile

I imagine your headlights twinkle

Are they not like beady eyes?

Affectionately I behold your small tyres

On which you crawl the grounds

Then happiness knows no bounds

I hear the cooing of your engine noise

And my heart skips a beat

When I look at your baby poise

Or I sit relaxing in your cuddly seat

Bow-wow of dogs don’t scare you

But where do I hide you?

Do I build a garage for you?

To shelter you like you do

When I feel like you fondle me

When I feel the warmth within you

Ay! Your air conditioner just works fine

You appear like a dream; only mine

See you thus or about-turn

Do I hear ‘Crash and Burn’

Playing in your stereo

I already feel like a hero

To own you, all this description

Lost in absolute fascination

Remain absent-minded the whole day

Never remember what others say

Am I also an academic man?

I doubt if I am staying sane

Acushla! I am lost without you

That is so much true

I can’t measure my infatuation

Unlike your gadgets that tell me your state

Or the gears, pedals and steering by which I control

You are my inspiration; you are my soul!

I may sound a Joker, hallucinate war

Dear O Rover, my sweet little car!