I am your little transport
I take you to places
I can travel miles in seconds
I am always there
When you have somewhere to go
If I could
I would take you
To the end of the planet
You are my master
You need me
But you don’t seem
To realise what I am to you
I travel through the muddy puddles
I come back dirty
I only get washed on Saturdays
Even so the dark room I live in
Called a garage
Will still make me dirty
I have to share a room with
Tools, tables, chairs and other materials
If only you could show a little appreciation
Some people still have to walk
But am there to
Save you from walking