Truck Luck
Frank stormed out of the house
And Got into his Ford
With his wife and friends
He couln'd read accord
So much frustration Hate and Anger
Had he finally stored
With his life and family strife
He was greatly bored
Down the Highway driving fast
He headed his car toward
When you loose your pluck
The evening traffic was a times static
So the road he tried to hoard
Till he crossed a Mac Truck
Driven by a fat shmuck
Now Frank's met his Lord.
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