Lord of the Kart

There I ride with so much absolute zeal

So undefeated I need no appeal

My weapons bring mushroom kingdom to heel

I, lord of the kart and he in first place

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Zipping around turns I have no equal

There won't be after this race a sequel

Though maybe they'd know that from the prequel

After I left all my foes in my dust

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Behind me rivals cry utter despair

One lets loose a quite loud “this is not fair”

I say nothing, I've no pity to spare

No quick incoming shells for which to scare

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But what’s this I see on the horizon

Some sort of dark evil reverse kaizen

A spiked koopa shell encased all in blue

Closer and closer as it grew in view

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I hear the ringing, I hear the singing

The sound of very loud dreaded pinging

As destruction comes to my rear clinging

In a moment, destroyed, decimated

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Meanwhile I hear her speed and place gaining

Was she all this dear while merely feigning?

Feigning over defeat while sustaining

Her speed and her vast cache of weaponry

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Too late to change hubris and sheer demise

I see now I'm going to lose my prize

See now that I shall never ever rise

To the speed needed to maintain first place

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In a moment of abject terror, she passes

Passes me by in front of all the dear masses

Makes pointless all those late nights of gaming classes

I can already hear her teasing, mocking voice

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“What are you going to do about it?”

This is not how I aim to so acquit

I can't leave on this loss and thus remit

My revenge I shall hereafter eagerly chase

I, fallen lord of the kart no longer in 1st place