Speed demons and dented Egos

On the Isle of Man, where speed fans reside,
Racers gather, with their need for speed inside.
They rev up their engines, with a mighty roar,
And push their bikes to the limit, on the course once more!

Their bikes are their babies, with gizmos galore,
Tuned to perfection, by skilled technicians in store.
They ride with their hearts, in their helmet so bright,
And trust that their leathers, will protect them from the fight!

The crowds all cheer, with a thrill and a grin,
As riders zoom by, their hearts lifted within!
They feel the rush, with a smile so wide,
Their excitement's contagious, it's a joyride!
The fans stand at the edge, with a view so grand,
Cheering on the riders, hand in hand!

The riders all zoom, with a hero's delight,
Their fans cheering them on, through the day's light.
Fans feel the race, with a thrill and a cheer,
Their inner speed demon, shouting "Go, go, go, no fear!"
But their wallet's all like, "Insurance, oh no!"
And the riders think, "Ouch, my premium will grow!"

By Stephanie Veronique