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Dec 2024
A friend of mine
Came from a far
To show of his
New jaguar
Red in colour
Nice black trim
Flashy steering wheel
Leather within,
Michelin tyres
Gold plated wheels
A sound system you
Could hear over the hill
Cylinder engines they
Did purr
Seats of leather
Covered with fur.
Man that car
Cut a dash
Cost him 200 k
Lots of cash

A friend of mine
High on crack
Drove this beauty
Like a maniac,
He could not see
His speedy demise
Jaguar burning
Hear its cries.
In this wreckage
The jaguar died
For my friend
nobody cried.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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