My Car is Compact

Anthony “Tappy” Paull

In Australian a tradition that has long been true

Racing on dirt in circles the young men would do

 

On a circle of dirt contained within walls wire and concrete 

Cars motorcycles and sidecars for racing would meet 

 

Go as fast as you can on these tracks they would say

So the public and riders soon called it Speedway

 

Now riders sometimes  fell and crashed in to the wall

Though brave and courageous get hurt one and all

 

I wanted to the feel the sensation of speed 

But bruises or broken bones I did not need

 

So I looked at the cars and the many categories

To see which one suited me better my chance for glory

 

Single Seaters were faster and seemed to be the best way

But what size type and cost I thought to myself in dismay

 

Thinking hard on a Speedcar I finally decide to try

But Midget or Compact which one should I drive

 

I went and saw the car #22 a Compact gleaming in white

Behind the wheel I fitted it nicely so I bought it that night

 

Now many towns around me have Speedway you know

So on my first night of driving where should I go

 

Archerfield was the closest and my friends raced here too

So on Saturday Night my first race would be there to do

 

Now I was a novice and the #22 car was untried

So after a break down mid race they pushed me aside

 

But determined to do better and with the help of a friend

We changed what was needed on the Compact to mend

 

So a little more bad luck at Archerfield we had

So we decided to travel and race Gladstone a tad

 

But this track was granite not the same as clay

So much faster I was from the start of the day

 

The first race I was passing cars around the outside

It seem to be easy I over took in my stride

 

And now for the final from starting off last

I would need to get to the front very fast

 

So around me the fastest cars start to appear

I try to follow them while they were near 

 

But more experienced they were in traffic then me

And I caught with a slower car and crashed heavily

 

The car took a tumble rolling over many times more

Me upside down fire engulfed it a goner for sure

 

But by officals I was quickly helped to escape

The Compact Speedcar #22 endured a worse fete

 

The car bent and twisted wheels torn asunder

What a wretched mistake I had made a bad blunder

 

So this the end no repair for funds I had not 

Satisfied to help a better driver my friend Scott.









  • Author: Tappy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2024 05:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have always loved Speedway, my Mum & Dad would take us at least once every month when we were children. I always dreamt of competing but I never dreamt about how it would turn out.
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