Perfect Sir was in a rush

To get his daily fix of cafeine

Hopped in a hang-ho way in the car 

Switched on the motor

Got it raving for what's the point 

Of having  a V8 

Under the bonnet 

Reversed frankly into 

The tree standing there

Minding his own business

Good bye bumper and  tail lights

I promise you Sir

The tree didn't move

Not one inch

It stood wherever it  ever stood before

Coffee break didn't appeal anymore

After that adrenaline high

Felt tired and went back to bed

Mumbling he shouldn't have bothered

Hibernation was as good as anything!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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