Camshaft Poems - Poems about Camshaft

...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......Read the rest...

...Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor And applied magic spittle ......Read the rest...

...Mr. Ford, why did you make The cars which cause such deep heartache?... From MOTs to punctured tyre, Was that a gun, or did I misfire? Parking tickets, yellow lines; Wheelclamps, countless ......Read the rest...

...Some are shiny Fuel injected or carbureted Hands washed after work or grimy Green lights anticipated Some are small block Bored out pistons roar Pride, nothing stock New valves, what a ......Read the rest...