The Weird Racing Car
The weird racing car
The car was driving on the thin track,
Oh no, the car bumped into a leather sack.
The driver limped out of his car,
Only to find some children eating tartar.
Am I going mad, the driver thought,
As he saw some goats gloat.
The driver started to scream...
As a huge machine started to spill on him, fresh cream.
Copyright © Tariq Tayebi | Year Posted 2021
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