My Crappy Go Cart Poem by Randy Johnson

In 1994 I made a decision that was very smart.
I decided to sell my stupid Go cart.
At first it had brakes that sucked.
If I would've went down a steep road, I would've ran out of luck.
The cord had to be pulled fifty times before it would start.
I wanted to take my bear hands and rip it apart.
It was red and should've been sold for scrap.
Oh boy it was a piece of crap.
Whenever I tried to ride it, you'd hear me gripe.
It was in such bad condition that it shot small pieces of the motor out the tail pipe.
When I rode it for so long, the motor would always quit.
I wanted to get rid of this piece of shit.
I finally sold it to a guy for fifty dollars.
When he tried to start it, he probably cussed and hollered.