The car is in great speed;
An old man crosses slowly;
The break is there in car;
You must apply very gently.

I suddenly get ideal feed;
Sit down to start writing
Poem, at break neck speed,
Without paying a real heed.

Even though reached an end,
I go on and on and on and.
As if longer a poem, better;
Making real better, bitter.

That break is there in car.
That one is no so much far;
Ere the old man drops down;
Let us apply without frown.