It was nearly over in the cold dark October;
And each separate modified driving leaving us begging for more.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—as I sank in sorrow
These dirt driving devils, so hard to catch the win we might as well call it Elenore
For the season of speed and chasing the lead was over, we had lost Elenore—
Trophyless here begging for more
At school my communication arts teacher wanted us to modify the second stanza of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven so that it related to something that made us sad, so here's mine
