Refuel

It’s beautiful luscious red
Makes me smile every time
As smooth as a polished wooden table
Brand new
The badge, a prancing pony
A sign saying how fast it truly is
It sounds like an angry bull
Ready to charge
It looks evil
Like a devil ready to roar
It tastes like freedom
Waiting to be used
It smells like petrol
Waiting for a refuel
I can almost smell the petrol
Hear the roar
I want to jump in
And drive away
Into the distance