Race Car Behind Bars

Really cool engine with velocity voluptuousity Antique like me, bronze teeth, with grill reflections Car goes round and round doing eternal lefts Egos and racers can't go right I guess Call it strange when you drink and drive in circles An old jalopy goes too slow when cops approach Remember not to speak out loud when spinning out Bars you visit frequently should serve booze for two Earl is what you named your car and it gets thirsty too Hide Beers from police when moving fast in traffic If stopped, blame Earl for speeding No other excuse will do Don't look confused in headlights either Bad things happen when you defile your old car And turn it in to the local police for drinking Racing in public is against the law and so is peeing Shift to low gear before you take your car to jail Created this Acrostic poem on 6/13/16 for “Rusted And Busted” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Casarah Nance