Wagon War -- Just Plain Poetry

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Date Posted: 22:55:45 11/29/00 Wed
Author: Jjaz
Subject: Wagon War

I remember when I was a kid
All the stupid things I did
But one in particular comes to mind
Includes two wagons and a rival of mine

Who was going to own the block we'd decide
Between two wagons and a hellious ride
Now most wagons are red you'd think
But damn, wouldn't you know it, mine was pink

It was kind of hard to rule the block
When a pink wagon was your only stock
And I'd get pissed when he would chide
A pink wagon was a girlish ride

Well, I would retort and huff and puff
Tell him mine was faster and that kinda stuff
To me it was like prospectors gold
Lucky to have a wagon at four years old

One day I could take no more
We were going to settle this wagon war
So to the nearest hill we'd proceed
Wagon and wagon and catastrophe

The hill was steep and hard to beat
And at the bottom a busy street
So with dirty look and last remark
We mounted our wagons for the start

Down the hill, there we go
Damn, that pink wagon was awful slow
Now ashamed of my golden stock
Him being ahead by half a block

But not to worry, as it goes
He had crashed and torn his clothes
I smiled as I went by
You know, I think I heard him cry

Now confident of the win so sweet
Obliviously heading for the busy street
But at last realizing my travail
I decided that I should bail

Well, you can guess how the story goes
One pink wagon, traffic, and insurance woes
I'd won the race, was all that mattered
And left my rival bruised and tattered

Now the years have passed since then
And he and I call each other friend
We would often talk of the wild race
I remembering the expression on his face

There's ironic ending to this tale of defeat
He works as a salesman down the street
And I laugh to myself when I think
He's now selling wagons that are pink

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