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When an obese plumber

Needs time to relax

From a long day of rescuing damsels

Atop poorly constructed girders

Held captive by an overblown gorilla

Or prying princesses out of 

 The clutches of slimy dragons

Who breathe flaming corncobs,

Then gather the gang

Of old foes and dear friends

Around the shed out back

While we gas up the rusting hunks

Of metal and rubber

For another lap around

The kaleidoscopic locales

Known as the Mushroom Kingdom.

The sweet sensation of burning asphalt

Mixed with empty turtle shells and dropped banana peels

Under the glare of the midday sun

With only the breeze of sheer speed

To wipe the sweat from the furled brow

As both hands clench the rattling wheel

And a brief prayer is muttered

Beneath gritted teeth and bristling moustache

That the old girl holds together.

The checkered flag within reach

Along with the dream of raising the golden cup

On the alabaster steps of the palace,

But both are thrown in jeopardy

When a quick glance in the rearview mirror

Predicts the inevitable crash

Of the dreaded blue shell

Protruding with silver spikes

About to slash into the back tires

Allowing the green dinosaur

To slingshot past.

Sticking out his strawberry tongue,

 In contempt of the years

Spent burdened by the weight

Of that fat dego

Who can only watch

As the herd rushes past

And the stink of failure

Is upon him for the first time.

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