High Octain Poem by Mark Walters
High Octain
High octane fuels my morning brew
Starts my motor at full throttle
Monster drinks straight from the bottle
Off to my lab, hopped up, askew
But calmer hands, my work demands
My scalpel cuts must all run true
Or Franky boy will only waddle
His octane needs a morning brew
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