High Octain Poem by Mark Walters

High Octain



High octane fuels my morning brew
Starts my motor at full throttle
Monster drinks straight from the bottle

Off to my lab, hopped up, askew
But calmer hands, my work demands
My scalpel cuts must all run true

Or Franky boy will only waddle
His octane needs a morning brew

Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: halloween
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