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Twas the morning before Daytona at KB's House
Twas the Morning before Daytona at KB's House, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad Knaus.
The Junior Posters were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Junior this year would grow a pair.
KB was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Henricks Racing danced in his head.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my new #88 cap,
Had just settled down for a long alcohol induced nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the tornado shutters on the double wide and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a platter of hot wings, and 4 cases of beer.
With a little driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Kevin Harvick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Stewart! now, Busch! now, Truex and Martin!
On, Johnson! On, Gordon! , on Waltrip and Hamlin!
To the top of the turn! to the top of the wall!
Now out of the way! out of the way! out of the way all!"
.......(Poetic License taken because it was too long)
Juniot sprang to his car, to his pit crew gave a whistle,
And away they all made a pit in 12.1 like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Daytona to all, and I wish I had put up a fight!"
Twas the Morning before Daytona at KB's House, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad Knaus.
The Junior Posters were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Junior this year would grow a pair.
KB was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Henricks Racing danced in his head.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my new #88 cap,
Had just settled down for a long alcohol induced nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the tornado shutters on the double wide and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a platter of hot wings, and 4 cases of beer.
With a little driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Kevin Harvick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Stewart! now, Busch! now, Truex and Martin!
On, Johnson! On, Gordon! , on Waltrip and Hamlin!
To the top of the turn! to the top of the wall!
Now out of the way! out of the way! out of the way all!"
.......(Poetic License taken because it was too long)
Juniot sprang to his car, to his pit crew gave a whistle,
And away they all made a pit in 12.1 like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Daytona to all, and I wish I had put up a fight!"
..good stuff bill
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