The Stuck in the Mud Fellow

There once was a man from New York, And he had never tasted pork. His idea of fun, Was going for a long run. He was not very adventurous, His life was very tedious. He worked all day, He couldn’t let fun get in his way. Always looking for pay, Climbing the ladder of success, He always wanted to be the best. One day his cousin invited him down past the Mason-Dixon, A land which he thought there was a lot of hicks in. Upon arriving, The man was already striving, To stay clean, And not come off as mean. He had a strange accent and didn’t fit in, He only wanted to win. He didn’t have time for games, All he sought was fame. His cousin tried to make sure he had a good time, But for awhile all he wanted to do was whine. Finally he let his cousin take him out with his crew, And it seemed as though his love for fun grew. The New Yorker was also introduced to barbecue, And his love for the South further grew. This northern man knew he had to move, He had found a new groove. He realized that his quest for fame, Was actually quite lame. He saw now there was more to fun, Than just going for a run. He saw now there was more to life than material things, There needs to be a balance between success and fun, And on that he would now place a very large bet. This man had found true happiness, It was in the mud and trucks and sweet pine tree sappiness.