A race

The night passed freely
With no eye shut
Benzo failed
Wounded fox squeaked
And roses of red
Grow under a house of dead
Their spikes so pretty
Sting them that crave the flower
Sharing problems with a witch
A brave, apt witch
Playing „Red Shoes”
At two ante meridian
And the race was wonderful
Kubica won
No one expected that
Everyone was in shock