You are the wings of an Atlantic puffin

gliding swiftly along the bright blue sky

like a tiger striking its prey.

You are the old and dusty Gameboy

that was played with everyday

sitting at the back of a shelf with old belongings.

You are the chipped and rusty ford mark1

that’s not treasured and loved

falling apart and mistreated.

You are the super, sonic Concorde

which once soared through the air

but is too pricey to use sits on the ground once again.

You are the new, amazing and fast Lamborghini

always being raced up the M5.

You are the old acoustic guitar

bearing rusty and snapped strings.

You are the radio controlled Subaru Impreza

battered from play surely it had seen better days.