Grandpa Mac’s Motor Car

Grandpa Mac’s Motor Car

Whiz, whirr, pop, ping, pong, plop. Crunch, cough, splut, putt, putt, putt. Its Grandpa Macs’ old motor car, the oddest sight you'll see. The noises make you giggle and clap your hands in glee. Zip, zap, hic, bonk, bang, tic. Squeak, creak, creep, beep, beep, beep. It's Grandpa Macs’ old motor car,made up of many things. Of gears and cogs and zippers and Gran’s old diamond rings. The main body's from a tractor, four wheels from here and there. The head lights, they're old lanterns, one seat’s a kitchen chair. A bent frypan for a mirror, all polished clean and bright. The gearstick is a drumstick, the trunk fits nice and tight. It's Grandpa Macs’ old motor car, it took him years to make. He searched miles for an anchor, that doubles as a brake. This old car is truly special, not just a knock-about. It's awesomeness is hidden, all ready to pop out. When you press the big red button, two wings and rotors show. And as the car lifts upwards, the noisy sounds all go. There's just a short splut, splutter, a swoosh as wind blows by. And Grandpa Mac grins widely, nose facing to the sky. Now tighten lips and then blow out, that’s all that you would hear. The gentle swooshing noises, as wind blows past your ear. It's Grandpa Macs’ old motor plane, a super-duper sight. It soars and spins and flashes, while flying through the night. ........ Should you wish to know the rest of the story or for any enquiries please leave your questions on my contact page.

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