Speed Demon Forever

A poem about and his sports car

On his vinyl seat he drives and makes merry

His car has the surface of bright red cherries

From zero to sixty in thirty seconds

His need for speed coaxes and beckons

Ready to burst at the wave of the flag

He zooms past the others in his shiny Jag

He then tires of his unbelievable speed

Though he goes past 300 ahead in the lead

So he turns on the after burners in a fiery blaze

And gets a rush and a delirious daze

In the end when he wins he still isn't full

He'll always be on the road to rock and roll