The car shined beautifully, as pretty as a diamond.
ROAR went the engine, louder than a lion.
He was racing round the track,
outstripping the others in the pack.
as he sped across the track towards the horizon.
He was racing on the track, towards the finish line.
“I’m gonna win! It’s gonna be just fine.”
He was as graceful as a flamingo.
Everyone was screaming “GO”,
as the beautiful car flew across the finish line.
“Hooray!” "He won!” the overjoyed spectators screamed.
He was happier than ever, as the sun made him gleam.
Then he disappeared
As the crowd cheered.
Then I woke up and said “What a great dream.”
Today the car sits on my giant bookshelf,
looking very full of himself.
He wins in my dreams.
Better than the other machines.
He’s glad that he didn’t come twelfth!