My Name is Vera Whoosh G
I'm really, really sporty
My owner is mental, lives in a Thatch
She likes to drive me as if in Brands Hatch
She's a bit possessive
& won't let me go
Sometimes she gets aggressive
When one of my tyres blow
It's always the front left you see
& she always shouts at me
But she drives a bit cack-handed
Too much leaning unfortunately
She tells me she loves me each morning
Says that we've been through thick & thin
But when I start to make the odd noise
She tells me she'll throw me in the bin!
She's very fickle my owner, but I love her
Won't give me up even for fancy pool car
She talks to me all of the time
& shouts to others, KEEP in that LINE
She gets frustrated with all the hoggers
Those in the middle lane all of the time
But when I need to go have my body checked
She takes me to my favourite place
The men there ensure I'm no longer wrecked
Sympathising that it's not me starting the race!
