'RACEWAY': A POEM ABOUT TOY CARS FROM MY CHILDHOOD...

Raceway

Dinky Toys

Predominantly,

For anything else would surely have been

Sacrilege.

Saloons and lorries,

Mostly

And racing cars, random buses and military vehicles:

Such carnage…

Gritty slabbed

Pathway

Offered me a Raceway of kinds and

Patience.

Pushing each one:

Daresay

Not a fair test, with a vocal commentary.

Such impudence…

Maserati, Ferrari,

Favourites…

Numbers 9 and 5, always 1^st and 2^nd

Respectively.

The sluggish remainder,

Also-rans, 

Finishing down the pecking order

Quite routinely…

Red, blue/yellow,

Memorable.

Casually given to a ‘deserving cause’,

Thoughtlessly.

But recent replacements,

Collectables,

Have rekindled childhood pleasures,

Quite self-indulgently…

Pete Ray

MASERATI...

FERRARI...

MY MUM STANDING ON THE RACEWAY...

TOP 3: COOPER BRISTOL, HWM & ALFA ROMEO;
MIDDLE: TALBOT LAGO;
BOTTOM: MASERATI, FERRARI...

CUNNINGHAM SPORTS CAR...

Racing my toy vehicle collection down the rear garden path was a time-consuming exercise but I loved it, despite the fact that my Maserati would finish 1^st and Ferrari 2^nd, every time. Odd that... My dad gave all my toy vehicles away to a 'deserving cause', despite the fact that I had asked for my six Dinky racing cars not to be included, but I now have all of my favourites again, thanks to Hatton Country World's antiques area a few years back and also eBay… 

It’s what I do.