Herbie Luv Bug 53

Tacho going crazy
mad speeds of over drive
Scream Rev. limit
Cry gear box
Howling tyres
flat stick in 5th.

As valve springs hit
we flow an apex
roll off a camber
growl V8 a symphony
of sweet fuel drunk
awed in flight of
silent mouths.

The tail slides out
we catch your drift
exhaust note cries
snake rubber burns.

Pit straight comes as
brakes are cooked
melt wheels and
fan the driver.

Epic dreams such
cool songs my
bed time lullaby,

as circuits win and
dreams now crash
me and mum and Teddy yawn;

"Good Night,
Let go Lego"

"Good NIGHT son!"
as Hot Wheels melt

"GOOD NIGHT SON...
(I mean it")
as Match Box
races home.

arrrrh,
soft pillow and
chequered
doona.
zzzzzzzzz

                 ~ inner child dreaming of a V8 super car petrol head




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