“It’s big, it’s red, it’s a monster of a machine!” Gun Roswell

A monster of a tractor

It may just be, the one and the only, technological epitome, of equipment for tiny me
The mighty and really large vehicle, a tractor, all over painted, with the shiniest of reds
And this, pretty red one, was going to be the one, driving little old me, all day, around
In the fields open and quite wide, and with this kid, of vessel, it would be difficult to hide
As the mere size of it, was a sight, but, also causing the narrow roads to totally shift
As trying hard, to navigate and avoid, if possible, hitting each and every hidden ditch
But soon enough, getting the hang of the mighty truck, and as it would be my best luck
I managed, to hang on and ride all the way, without too much of uncomfortable dismay
And finally reaching the fields of plenty, to start with my task of harvesting, well, gently
Because this was the one kind of a tractor, that would rise to the occasion, out factored
The cost of the gasoline and other kinds of upkeep, but hey, as it was doing the job so neat
Then what is a small amount of expenses, when the harvest, was done in a less than a week!