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The Race

Racing hover was my dream,
It starts at two o`clock.
Begins out on mulligan reach,
And ends down at the dock.

Many weeks and lots of bucks,
To get my hover ready.
It was mostly cause of this,
I think I lost my steady.

But lose this race,
I could not do!
Would be first,
I promise you!

I need the cash,
To pay the rent.
Into hover,
Is where it went.

So you must see,
This is the deal.
Big prize money,
Was my next meal.

As we lined up,
All set to go.
The big push props,
Were turning slow.

Then I floored it,
Soon as they said.
Right away,
I was ahead.

Had alcohol,
A blower too.
Fuel injected,
The plugs were new.

The course wound here,
Then it wound there.
Was doing well,
Had yards to spare.

`Til old Henry,
Sprouted wings.
That raft of his,
Really sings.

We pushed and bumped,
And cursed out loud.
Twice both of us,
Each clipped the crowd.

So side by side,
Could see the gate.
Had one more thing,
To seal his fate.

He lifted his skirt,
I tried not to look.
It was time now,
To set the hook.

I threw some soap,
Down his lift fan.
A lot of bubbles,
For just one man.

He couldn`t see,
And drove off course.
A beaver damn,
Took all the force.

Opened the nitrus,
Felt the big kick.
And pulled away,
From that old hick.

That cost the engine,
But still coasted in.
Ahead of the pack,
For my big win.

Had to limp over,
To collect my dough.
Was quite surprised,
When they said no.

A family function,
Stopped my windfall.
They said in the race,
I`d used alcohol!