.3. Young Mechanic Poem by David Threadgold

.3. Young Mechanic

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Revving engines hear them roar
Round the corner of the door
Gave a push across the floor
Sleeping cats not there no more

My racing car a friction toy
Not made for girls just for a boy
Gives me nothing but great joy
Bought for me by Uncle Roy

I like to send it round the bend
Up to the staircase at the end
To fall down stairs as I intend
This leaves me with a car to mend


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tj Becker 25 October 2008

I loved this, it brought back memories of when I was young. Dad bought me a car that I swear could fly haha Great write

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