Revving engines hear them roar
Round the corner of the door
Gave a push across the floor
Sleeping cats not there no more
My racing car a friction toy
Not made for girls just for a boy
Gives me nothing but great joy
Bought for me by Uncle Roy
I like to send it round the bend
Up to the staircase at the end
To fall down stairs as I intend
This leaves me with a car to mend
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this, it brought back memories of when I was young. Dad bought me a car that I swear could fly haha Great write