T'was a golden day, sunny and bright, A cruising I went, well into the night. To the lights I approached, over my shoulder I peep, Where I saw a stupid generic commodore, to my left he did creep. A typical commodore, standard and queer, With a fat business type turd, holding a phone to his ear. Dissatisfied I was, with a mind to give him s**t, Instead the throttle I twist, about 10 thousand revs I did hit. Disrespectful he was, he needed to be told, So the entire time I was there, that engine noise I did hold. When the lights turned green, the fat man took off in haste, Laughing my a$$ off, my supreme acceleration he did taste. Overtaking was effortless, the front position I did take, Through the school zone I did 25, for the childrens sake. The fatty moved out, overtaking was his quest, With a blip of the throttle, he failed the test. The lights approaching turned yellow, to almost a stop I slowed, The fat dude behind me was p!ssed, he resembled a toad. Just before the red hit, a rich exhaust note was heard, Through the lights I dashed, whilst flipping the bird. The car was forced to halt, mad as hell was the toad, Still flipping the bird, into the distance I rode.