He revved his throttle loudly
He donned sunglasses on
And ramped his music up so high
So we could share his song
He pumped the gas quite heavily
Exhaust fumes belting out
And with a screech of rubber tyres
He raced his car about
He sensed the open highway
The gap in traffic too
The hole in car park exit
Through which he then just flew
With shoppers knocked sideways standing
And trolleys in a spin
It’s wondered who he was racing
What game he hoped to win
Then as he saw the lights turning
And tried to pip to post
He was held up by amber turn
The thing he hated most
And sat there on the bumper
Of another car it’s true
He ranted and he raved at wheel
Until green light shone through
Then with a roar of engines
A stench of burnt out fuel
He sped off down the road so fast
But left looking a fool!
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