"I cherish my car,
I'm the queen of the road,
It brings me where
I want to go.
I'm gliding in my luxurious car,
While losers are stuck outside
Under the pouring rain
Full of pain.
I'm free in my car
I don't have a boring person
That gives me orders
I'm free to do whatever.
Walking is slow and old-style
Instead my car is a rocket
Broom, broom, broom
And I'm gone."
I hope you like it and let me know what you think.
Well done Francesca- a fantastic poem ! If you can remember your whole poem off by heart, you must have put a lot of thought into it when you were writing it.
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you know it all by art this is amassing !by vivi
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