The chief defect of Daryl May,
was taking and driving away.
A pastime that had come to be,
encouraged by his brother Lee,
who from the age of five or six,
had taught him all his dreadful tricks,
so by the time enough had grown,
was taking cars all on his own.
His mother, who was unaware,
and really didn't seem to care
what he was up to night and day,
thought he was simply out to play.
So just imagine her surprise,
on opening the door,
in finding with a sombre look
two officers of the law.
Who then endeavoured to explain,
with tact, discretion and restrain,
how Daryl met his gruesome end,
whilst taking far too fast a bend.
They told her it appeared upon
that inauspicious day,
that chancing on a Ford saloon,
had driven it away.
But soon he saw the flashing lights
and heard the awful wail,
of the sirens of the squad cars,
that were closing on his tail.
But now the chase was on and he,
increased his speed with ghoulish glee.
Then on a corner lost control,
and narrowly missed a telegraph pole,
but not so lucky Daz was he,
colliding with a sturdy tree.
then with a bang, the car combusted,
and even those police who'd mustered,
were not able Daz to save,
from the inferno's awful rage.
When new of this reached brother Lee,
who was himself in custody.
he vowed, joy-riding he'd now spurn,
for fear that he would crash and burn.
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