Race Car
Race Car
The driver is one with the machine.
Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning.
A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road.
Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor.
Need for speed while the tires grip every turn.
What a rush to fly by while the oil burns.
This is the life
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Categories:
race car, travel,
Form: Rhyme
When I saw Dilly dally
When I saw Dilly dally
I thought, "Oh no, this kid's got to rally!
Cuz if he loses this race,
it'll be a total disgrace,
cuz this race was right up his alley.
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Categories:
race car, 12th grade, encouraging, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
Chickadee Invited To Grand Prix
excited daring chickadee living by the China Sea
got permission to drive in the Grand Prix
first chick to be invited in history
grandma got excited and slapped her knee.
wait a second said Uncle Lee. Is there a fee?
yes but I have earned money from my geometry.
and my books on the craziness of biology.
my UK royalties are as
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Categories:
race car, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
The Race Car Driver
The race car driver drove to fast
He crashed hard but didn't last
His funeral was sad
It made others mad
When his car showed up wearing a mask
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Categories:
race car, car, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Memorial:Cousin Bruce, Porsche Race Car Driver
He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches.
Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach.
Porsche-mania, though was his all.
Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He
packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood.
Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue.
My cousin, Bruce, so
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Categories:
race car, cousin, memorial, thanks, tribute,
Form: Prose Poetry
I Am the Ultimate Race Car
I take off with a lurch, my headlights blazing.
If I don’t win, well….I can’t lose.
I do not even look to my right or my left.
If someone is catching up, it makes me mad.
I catch up with other cars, and pass them.
I pass everything on the road.
I see something ahead, and it is a
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Categories:
race car, car,
Form: Personification
I Wanted To Be
I wanted to be a ballerina with a dump truck.
A pink tutu with frothy petticoats and a red and white dump truck.
If I could not have that,
I wanted to be a newspaper reporter with a loud typewriter
And a red laddered fire truck.
Clanging and banging as I drove to murder scenes.
If I could not have that,
I
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Categories:
race car, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Driver of Victory
The term driver of victory
came to me unbidden, unexplored
I tossed it around in my dendrite chambers
My muse caught it and ran with it
She is amusing, but she has great ideas too
She decided Victory was a race car,
We daringly painted her in our favorite colors.
Hot pink, canary yellow, and outrageous orange.
Victory was beautiful, gloriously
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Categories:
race car, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Verse
Secretarial Race Car Ballerina
I wished I was a race car driver,
but it took money, and I never had enough.
And women did not do it back in the day,
and now I get so many jollies racing other
idiots on the freeway, I have my racing “fix”
both to work and from work,
so it is not my current wish.
I wished I was
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Categories:
race car, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Ballad
Our Little Garage In the Back
A two car garage of cement blocks.
The tools we needed on the rack.
Winter was cold, summer was hot.
In our little garage in the back.
Many race cars built.
Everyone winners at the track.
All designed, built and fixed.
In our little garage in the back.
Go-karts, minibikes, and coasters.
Music supplied by an 8-track.
A replica of Coweta Raceway.
Next to our little
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Categories:
race car, america, father, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
A Race Car Sandwich
I'm going to eat a race car sandwich.
It will run down my gullet, hard and fast.
It will clean out my tummy, and drive past my gas.
It will clean me out, right?
I will eat a race car sandwich at the next red light.
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Categories:
race car, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
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
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Categories:
race car, abuse, addiction, adventure, age,
Form: Acrostic