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I put the sports car into gear

and toddled out the gate.

Looking at the dashboard clock

I saw that I was late.

I spun the wheel and hit the floor,

the tyres squeeled loud in pain

protesting at their great misuse

and screaming with the strain.



I reached the bend and swung the wheel,

Two tyres left the road.

threw it into overdrive

as power through it flowed.

The speedometer higher rose

as the pedal hit the floor.

I hoped I wouldn't meet a car

as round the hills I tore.



Flashing past the fields and homes

I felt like I was flying.

I admit I loved the feel of speed

To say other would be lying.

Arriving at my place of work

I skidded to a stop,

but as I stepped out of my car

I was arrested by a cop.