I wanted to try something new with the comedy... so here it goes.
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Slowly we trudged to the top of the hill
Repeating tradition simply for the thrill
We pulled along our red Radio Flyer
To break old records, was our desire
Finally the crest of the hill could be seen
We felt invincible at the age of just fifteen
We stopped moving and came to a halt
The wagon shows many year\'s of assault
Memories flood us as we get prepared
The thoughts of wagoning stunts we dared
We finally started to pile ourselves in
Packing three people in the rusty old bin
We pushed off to start, gaining good speed
The weight of us three wouldn\'t let us suceed
We noticed the wagon began to lose steering
Across the dirt road, our machine was veering
Suddenly below us the metal was twisting
But we tryed to ignore it and kept persisting
It was shortly after that we could go no more
Our wagon collapsed, right onto the floor
Clearly we had gained a few pounds that year
We frowned and packed up our wagoning gear
Our weight had been way too much to hold
We\'d have to wait for our Wagoning Olympic Gold
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So, if you didn\'t understand any of that... I\'m really sorry. Haha. What happened was my cousin, my brother, and I take the same RadioFlyer wagon up to the top of this hill and ride it down every year. Well, one year we were a bit to heavy for the wagon to handle and it completely fell apart beneath us.
