On a lorry it's called
A propshaft retarder.
In my case
'Twas a crayfish trap!
It decided to wrap
Round my propellor.
No forward.
No back.
No going back.
As I'm still going forward
And heading toward
THAT boat in front.
I'm sorry to say
It got a bit bent!
But I've offered to pay....
Hey, man, gis a brake.
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