We like the bike! We heart the cart!
We sling bananas like Warhol art.
Blue is the shell and white is the spike
That nukes the cart and fries the bike.
Heat-seeking, foe-freaking, wondrous red shells
won't ricochet like a green bat out of hell!
I do not like Goombas, King Boo or Chain Chomp.
Give me Bob-omb. Me gusta POW Block!
Skidding and bumping are just part of the race,
But only Bowsers use Bullets to come in first place.
Poem by Josiah Bancroft.