The Death of Mr Car Polish

Mr Car Polish stood shining up his Ford Fiesta in the rain,
Braces neatly placed over lilac nylon shirt,
His auto hand-held polishing machine
Skimming
Over the immaculate red of his Ford,
Old Henry’s original quote turned on it’s head,
You can have any colour as long as it’s red.

The rain spattered down on the gleaming Turtle Wax,
Bouncing off and hitting the pavement in loud splashes,
But Mr Car Polish just polished on and on,
Making that wet Fiesta shine in the afternoon sunlight,
A rainbow shimmering on the gleaming chrome
As he proudly puts his darling to bed in the garage,
Tucking a tarpaulin around her and whispering bed-bug rhymes in her ear,
Mr Car Polish went home to have his tea
And was killed stone dead
When a plaster duck fell from the wall and hit him on the head.
Dead.