From scrap planks and pram wheels
our go kart was assembled,
Forumla One resembled;
brake-slowed by scraping heels.
Roads raced, paths of Ardagh Park,
rope steered, comic-book speed,
short-trousered knees would bleed
after crashes, lad laughs – what a lark!
Traffic infrequent, caution not needed,
Self-propelled, crouched low,
see swift spokes sparkle so:
imaginary engines revved unimpeded.
Records broken every time,
proven by male pull-push pride –
“It’s not fair!” this crushed boy cried,
muffled now motor mouth mime….