I only own one RC car,
the Mad Monkey of course, I've driven it far.
I've upgraded it to the very most,
it's pretty damn fast, I don't like to boast.
A carbon fibre rear shock tower,
and a brushless motor to supply all the power.
But now I think it's starting to get old,
Model Sport was giving away a new car, so I was told.
As I put pen to paper I started to rhyme,
it was the 28th of November, I was running out of time.
Flashbacks started in front of my face,
I was only 13, my very first race.
I noticed my opposition was oh so much bigger,
but as the light turned green, I squeezed hard on the trigger.
As my car shot off like a bullet,
I realised that they had beaten me to it.
At the first corner I felt my tyres give way,
I span out of control, this wasn't my day.
The second corner was worse than the first,
I slammed into the side and began to curse!
By the third corner I was in last place,
the leader had lapped me at such a pace.
Suddenly my car became very still,
my ESC was smoking, this would cost quite a bill!
As I thought to myself "back to the drawing board"
I still had big ambitions of being RC Lord!
I ran back to my car to unplug the deans,
this poem was written by Tim aged 14.