Road Rage To The Finish Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Scare-face Dragster had often challenged anyone to a race year round
Till this stranger named Road-ranger stepped up to the base to confound.
There were tailgaters and traffic breakers, all sorts at Racegate Village.
Rebellion was fostered like weeds, so the town was nicknamed Pillage.

Dragster walked up to the intimidating newbie and Road-ranger curtsied.
Not knowing ‘Road-ranger had his fill of town-rebels’ and was flurried.
“Haws about a race, stranger? ” said the pious but dubious Road-ranger;
“Like nothing better” retorted his challenger, showing no fear of danger.

Some were crippled from seeking his coveted title as Road-rage King.
Dragster had many scares and very little money from his racing fling.
They say every race has a winner, but this was one time it wasn’t true.
Dragster went too far, and Road-ranger veered into him and blood flew.