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NASCAR N' NOODLES
Ever wonder how
drivers can go
Round and
fast and keep so busy?
The tracks
are banked and yes -
To us this would
make us dizzy!
You step on the
throttle and
Your speedometer
is up to 195,
You hang on and
say a prayer:
"Thank you Lord,
I'm still alive!"
Tires rubbing,
engines roar
As you are passing
and sliding,
No doubt you think
it would be
More fun to
be hang gliding.
Pit stops are
another thing as
Crews fling the
tires off and on,
You dampen your
palate with water
In seconds of
time; zip you are gone!
You sigh with
relief as you make
The final banks
and curves,
The checkered
flag is waved and you
Find you do have
some touchy nerves.
So you spin with
glee; your tires smoke -
You get your
rewards and I mean oodles,
It's time to
refresh for another race with:
NASCAR N' NOODLES
+ + + + By:
Johanna
© 6
- 11 - 2006
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