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The Bandit Ran Out Of Gas

The Bandit Ran Out Of Gas

Tribute to Burt Reynolds (1936-2018)

The Bandit always tromped it, average speed of one fifteen;
He put the pedal to the metal, kept his body lean and mean!
But yesterday, his road trip ended, he finally ran out of gas;
Cledus was waiting to greet him, and talk about their past!
.
He told him “Smokey was still patrolling, on Heaven’s Hiway streets”;
And said “If he catches us both speeding, he’s gonna bring the heat”!
Then he showed him their brand new Pontiac, said “I’ve arranged another run”;
“Just like back in the old days, we’re gonna have some fun”!
.
Bandit started it and revved the engine, of the powerful Trans-Am;
It purred just like a kitten, The Bandit yelled “God Damn”!
“Let’s get this convoy started, call Smokey, give him a heads up”;
“The Bandit’s back in business, all Hell’s about to erupt”!
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                                 Bandit’s in Heaven
                           He and Cledus back in biz
                                Smokey on their tail

                                 Lawrence D. Ran
                               September 7, 2018

 

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