Race Of The Beds Poem by Marilyn Lott

Flying down the street we go
In our yearly race of the beds
We’re doing pretty well so far
It looks like we’re ahead

Oh dear, there is a puddle
Right in the middle of the street
Turn the wheels and crank it
Or we’ll surely face defeat

The excitement now is building
As we hear a bluegrass song
There’s a huge crowd of watchers
Who might just as well sing along

The parade is loads of fun
And the race is a blast
Come join the excitement
While it lasts!