Boxcar Racer Poem by Eric Paeplow

With a mere box of nails, a hammer and boards in hand,
My dream about to be born, that for song I had planned
A few scraps of steel and bolts should do the trick,
To mount the wheels and steering to my box of bits

Next come the brakes, no more than a couple of boards really,
But to me, it's not about stopping, it's all about speed!
Finally comes the most important thing, the steering
Nothing but a rope nailed to the axle to keep me from veering

At long last the object of so many summer night's dreams,
The time has come at last, to do myself a little living!
On a glorious summer's day, my quest for speed is about to begin
Up I go, with my boxcar racer in tow, and I simply can't hide my grin

Sitting at the top of these wuthering heights, one last check, all systems go
With one great shove, at first slow, then faster and faster I go!
Faster and faster still, moving now at a breakneck speed
Down the lush green hillside, feeling every glorious bump beneath me

Going straight as an arrow, reaching at last my optimum speed,
The world around now a blur, as I fly past the flowers and trees
Finally reaching the bottom, my grin cannot be contained
Completing my first run, only to go back to the top and do it all again!