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        RACER PACER JAGUAR
The racer pacer Jaguar has gone it’s now just a posh sedan,
When I was younger they went so fast, catch me if you can,
Seemed to be the best motto of that graceful speeding car,
The was the most fantastic things on four wheels by far.

The ‘C’ type I remember, would have been the best car for me,
Then I saw an ‘E’ type and I felt that one was in my destiny,
Smooth lines so sleek, were made for the rich I’m sorry to say,
Yet I always hoped a racer, pacer Jag would come my way.

The newer types have changed, no vision of get up and go,
It looks too much like other cars, a shadow o’re me does grow,
For although I am getting on in years a speed hog I would be
If an old fashioned ‘E’ type jag would be given to me.

Although I would not mind a new one, I prefer far more,
The ‘E’ type that would leave all speechless by the door
As I put my foot down and zero to ninety vanish away,
And not one soul catch up with me for the rest of the day.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 30 April 2004