The steel of the key and I crank it over
fire her up, now she rumbles
and roars to the crowd here tonight.
Gear stick, blindly grabbed for, quickly found,
drop the clutch at high revs
then I soar off the line.
Lighting the tires and now the LSD’s gripping,
the chaises slightly twisting;
gearshifts happen in the blink of an eye.
Top gear now and we’re absolutely flying.
Finish line coming into sight
I grip the wheel tight
my adrenalin addiction alive.
I’ll ‘NOS’ my V8 crazy, victory will be mine!
Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)
Sorry, you cannot respond to an archived poemReviews
-
<
oh gosh I would so love to in a car and the nos goes off hehehehehe...I love fast cars...I wnt to hve a son or daughter and trun em into a racer hehe


MaMa-2-be-Cindy
May 13
Edit | Reply