Competition out there slowly slides
As competitors make out their miles
And mateships form on long horizons
Daylight ‘n’ dawn ‘n’ bits between
Mingle in with long lost nights
Straps ‘n’ chains ‘n’ checkin’ tyres
And as it goes ‘n’ slowly slides
As competition slowly mires
‘Til all is said ‘n’ quietly done
In battery chook oblivion.

John Taylor