Years ago went motor racing
Me, me mate, and his dad
It was very bracing
great fun was certainly had
burning mg fuel
burning mg Tyre
it was blooming cool
some cars caught fire
we were busy cheering
from safety of the stands
Morgans kept a veering
we kept clapping hands
burning mg fuel
burning mg Tyre
it was blooming cool
some cars caught fire
used to have a sneaky bet
to whom would win the race
never ever did we fret
as supped on whiskey chase
burning mg fuel
burning mg Tyre
it was blooming cool
some cars caught fire
mates dad was a treasure
of that fantastic mg club
he did it for his pleasure
me then down to pub
burning mg fuel
burning mg Tyre
it was blooming cool
some cars caught fire
traveled down to Silverstone
and over to brands hatch
kept watch for motorway cone
to avoid any nasty scratch
burning mg fuel
burning mg Tyre
it was blooming cool
some cars caught fire
wind blowing in my hair
fur upon my Parker coat
eyes they couldn't glare
serious no joke
burning mg fuel
burning mg Tyre
it was blooming cool
some cars caught fire
well i could carry on
about this fantastic time
but like memories distant gone
those times with mate divine
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This poem is a beautiful piece of melody in rhyme. All the best to you. Zoila T. Flores