In its den the Cobra sleeps
Turn the key and out it leaps
With power like a coiled spring
It looks a menacing thing. Sun on paintwork, wind in hair
Smell of petrol in the air
Excitement mounts as I climb in it
My heart doing a thousand revs per minute.
The bonnet curves right out of view
Hot from the engine, metallic blue
My foot goes down, my head goes back
I turn the pinion on the rack. Roar of engine, screech of tyre
Everything I could desire
On the road there's nothing quicker
It does a hundred in a flicker.
I hope I have the skill to tame
This most lethal serpent
That lives up to its name Richard Appleton
Elgin Street, Bolton
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