My Grandpa’s Jaguar S-Type

My Grandpa’s Jaguar S-Type

Is super, speedy, fast

And when it’s in a race

It never comes last

Zooming across the track

It’s comfy inside

The opposite of packed

Quite spacious you will find

My Grandpa’s Jaguar S-Type

Is super, speedy, fast

And when it’s in a race

It never comes last

If you ever catch a glimpse

Of that hard Jaguar metal

You could never think

That inside it was as soft as a petal

My Grandpa’s Jaguar S-Type

Is super, speedy, fast

And when it’s in a race

It never comes last

Flying through the night like a bat

Silent as a mouse

The engine like a purring cat

The chairs like a couch

My Grandpa’s Jaguar S-Type

Is super, speedy, fast

And when it’s in a race

It never comes last

134 words, total to date (including all today’s poems): 2077

Date: 13/02/16

‘My Grandpa’s Jaguar S-Type’ is dedicated to – surprisingly enough – my Grandpa, who gave me the idea of writing about a racing car.