Cordell Bed Races Poem by Marilyn Lott
Cordell Bed Races
Talent is apparent
Speed at its best
Folks are getting ready
For the bed racing test
A person in the bed
And four all around
Ready for the race
So a winner is found
Excitement is building
In the midst of the town
Ready, set, go
Let’s have the first round
We’re holding our breath
As they go through their paces
Hurry on down watch
To the Cordell Bed Races! !
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