The Nightmare of NASCAR


On a hot and summer day
In the middle of July
We sit up in the grandstands
And watch the cars speed by

A car gets passed, the leaders change
And many stand and cheer
But not long after a car spins out
And joy turns into fear

The yellow’s out, the pace car leads
Many cars drive through pit lane
Some for tires, some for fuel
Then race to the track again

Two laps to go, another caution
For debris out on the track
One car speeds, driving down pit road
They send him to the back

When once more, they start the race
The number of laps is down to two
With cheers and shouts, the checkered waves
The winner’s Brad Keselowski, Eww.

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