My Beach Bomb

• Jacob Clarke, Grade 9, Kaitaia College
• Poetry
• 2001

2nd in the 'Believe It Or Not 2001' competition

I’m sure my car is alive,
The way it looks at you, with its glowing eyes,
The way it roars at you, when it is forced to start.

Whining as it drives up the hill,
Trying to take over to gain control.
Forcing you to stop – it slams,
Forcing you to speed – it jams the accelerator,
Farting and choking,
As it takes me along,
Barking at all the other cars,
While it races along,
Cruising beside the beach,
Bush,
Road.