Cars

by PT aged 12

The group of cars
Is an interesting sight:
All registration plate grins,
Eye lights gleaming bright,
Groaning with the weight
As the humans clamber in,
Turning to start the race –
Hoping they will win.

They start to rumble,
Engines creaking,
And off they race,
Tires squeaking,
To join their friends;
Join the pack,
Race forever along the track.

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