Weather beaten over, it's red had faded pink, it's best years were behind it, like a sportsman turned to drink.Was there some beauty in it's stricken body work, or was it just plain mediocre?To Henry James a stoker, to Norman Stanley Fletcher was it, just gobbler than that.Weather beaten over, coming over the hill, nothing much to look at, no V8 Ford, no Coupe de Ville.Was there some beauty in it's stricken body work, or was it just plain mediocre?To Johan Cruyff a binder cook, to Norman Stanley Fletcher was it, just gobbler than that.And weather beaten over, you'll miss it if you blink, nothing much to look at, but that's a lot for him to think.How would you get the parts for it, may be nightly based, beneath the angle grinder's glow, twig socket sets and lathes.Smelling of swap vegan, no cares him to a leaguer, don't spare the horses, don't spare the horses.