Sweet Old Cart

~ Traditional Pyanni bards song

Photo credit: Vinoth Chandar

---

---

You drove it to my homeland
It carried me away
Nothing could shine brighter
Than it did that happy day
We rode it hard
We wore it down
‘Til every part was broke

‘Twas a pretty little cart
A sweet old cart
But now that cart won’t go

We tinkered and we tended
Patched it up so many times
But layers of paint, like salty tears
Can’t cover up the grime
The wheels are crook’d
The shafts are cracked
I think that we both know

‘Twas a pretty little cart
A sweet old cart
But now that cart won’t go

---

---

Word count: 100. Whew!  It’s especially tricky to get the word count to work with a rhyming song or poem.  Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge.  Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Alistair Forbes for providing the original photo, below.  It’s a photo she’s used before, but I couldn’t think of anything to write for it last time, so I appreciate the second chance.

Photo © Al Forbes

I’m working on a third verse, that makes it clearer that she’s not just talking about the cart breaking down, but obviously that will take it over the challenge word limit!

Update: Here’s a third verse.  I might change a word or two here or there, but you get the idea.

As a rule, I’m not a fool
To fall for a handsome cart
But its gaudy tines and jaunty lines
Excited my young heart
As the color faded
I grew jaded
A lamp that lost its glow

‘Twas a pretty little cart
I loved that cart
But now I have to go

---

---