Written by Susan Lane

In the sweltering haze of a British summer, a trusty Suzuki Vitara SZ5 finds itself navigating the emotional terrain of a hospital carpark – not for treatment, but in loyal service to its human companion. What begins as a routine drop-off soon spirals into a tale of territorial drama, unexpected scrapes, and the quiet triumph of dirt over damage. Told from the car’s own perspective, this poetic vignette captures the humour, tension, and relief of a day where even the parking bay had something to say.

The Suzuki Car in the Hospital Carpark

I’m the Suzuki SZ5, I went for a drive
I took the lady of the house to Darent Valley 
The Hospital in Dartford, which is close by you see
She went to visit her partner of nearly 4 decades 
They’re not married but they don’t care, 
In their eyes they are a pair 

So anyway, back to me, 
Because it’s warm, nearly 30 degrees 
There are few parking bays to see 
Would have been nice to park under a tree 
But everyone else got there before me

The lady of the house reversed, 
Making sure she parked very carefully in the bay
Just about to get out the car 
When another lady drove into the next bay 
Her car it made contact with me, 

It scraped the side of my bumper
And the wheel arch, 
It sounded like it crinkled 
And scratched my pristine paint
I was not happy, 
No, I was angry you see, 
I was expecting pain
I went and moved just in case she decided 
When she left to do it again

I drove out of the space and went further along,
Parking between two others
I wanted to be safe I didn’t mind 
Being in the midst of the throng 
My lady she was in a terrible rush and 
Didn’t’ have time to look at my scuff 

Discovery On My Paint

Over an hour goes by, 
My lady is back, 
The first thing she does is to grab a cloth 
To give me a quick wipe and check how I look 
What she found was good news for me, 

It made her laugh because I’m scuff free 
I can’t believe it, it’s amazing to see, 
There isn’t a bloomin’ mark on me 
I’m still laughing and you may wonder 
Have I gone mad, 
No, but you see 

Because I’m so mucky, the other lady, 
She scraped the dirt not actually me 
Oh, what a relief that was to me 
I think I’ll take my lady home 
For a cup of tea 

Then she can celebrate owning me 
Her trusty fabulous Suzuki 
The model SZ5 that’s me 
I’m so glad she doesn’t wash me, hehe.

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