Racing

A poem I made about racing. Simple.

Racing

 

Cars begin to reach the starting line,

Each one is looking fine,

The starting gun fires and they take off racing around the track,

Each car going front bumper to back,

Trying to get past and ahead,

Staying focused so as to not end up dead,

The final lap comes up,

The champion wins the trophy cup.

 

 

Author's Note

Again, another one I did on a whim.