A Vespa Poem by Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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South Galway, Ireland.
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A Vespa



I don't know why I want a Vespa -
It's a fancy and that's that;
I only know I want one badly
But then...once upon a time
I owned a grey one – second hand;
It took me in and out to Galway,
When the engine was in tune,
To further my education
In nineteen sixty one.
We had good times together
- It held it's own for me for sure
With a red Lambretta in road races
On the sea run after Oranmore.

But that was in the sixties
And you'd think I'd had my fling -
To want one now is unthinkable
I can hear you say as to a friend -
When I'm three score years and ten.
You could be right, I'll grant you that,
But the new ones I have seen abroad
Have been a major distraction
In such attractive colour schemes:
A lovely cream one topped them all
And it won my heart entirely
With seats of brown leather allure;
I thought of it under me some day -
The breeze upon my face again
On the sea run after Oranmore.

Thursday, May 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memoir
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I have a fad for Vespas because I had one in my late teens.
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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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