3. Young Mechanic
Revving engines hear them roar
Round the corner of the door
Gave a push across the floor
Sleeping cats not there no more
My racing car a friction toy
Not made for girls just for a boy
Gives me nothing but great joy
Bought for me by Uncle Roy
I like to send it round the bend
Up to the staircase at the end
To fall down stairs as I intend
This leaves me with a car to mend
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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