My Holden Commodore

My Holden Commodore
Maybe not the most prettiest car out there
but to me it’s the very first car I went in
It has been with me all my life
Breathing heavily as it took us everywhere.

Shaped like a jellybean, its night blue colour
sparkles in the shining sun.
Inside the car is a sofa
Plush and soft like fairy floss,
It sucks you in and never lets you go.

As time flies
The car’s paint starts peeling off
It coughs like an old man
On the brink of death.
Holden soon turns olden
Once a young boy, now a frail old man.
It may be the last time I see
The car who took me everywhere.