Redneck Racer

He comes to the track,

with his mower in tow,

his helmet in hand,

the  sun at his back.

His mind  is all set,

He is ready to go.

He's The Redneck Racer.

He gets on his mower,

His face looking grim,

He looks all around him,

He's hungry to win.

He looks at the dirt track,

He looks at the grass..

He looks at his foes,

He's gonna kick ass.

He waits on his mower,

for the race to begin,

Revs up his engine,

Give the people a grin,

He takes off, and pushes,

He gives it his all, and today,

So it seems, he's right on the ball.

He keeps on a goin',

The finish in sight,

And he pushes and pushes,

With all of his might,

Across the line he charges,

A winner of FIRST,

And he is so proud,

He just about burst.

So folks heed my plea,

Do not mess with him,

The guy with the swagger,

The guy with the win,

He's sore and he's hurtin',

But remember him well,

Because when he races,

He'll give you all hell.

He's The Redneck Racer.

~ Anonymous