A Mini poem
In my little Mini car,
I travel wide and travel far;
In the day or in the night,
In the dark or in the light,
On roads that curve or run quite straight,
On roads that become a figure eight;
Sometimes I move with lightning speed,
Sometimes slow, a centipede;
My car responds with greatest ease,
Its only mission, me to please.
Oh, how I love my sweet machine
Colored such a lovely green!
By
Morton (Papà) Silvers 
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