The Fable of Fireball

The farmer's old pickup was rusted and used
  Many years on the farm had left it abused

The farmer had put it off for long enough he knew
  His pickup was too old it and was time to buy new

The farmer's wife was so happy and so full of glee
  The farmer hadn't bought a brand new pickup since 1983

The new pickup he bought was red as a maple in fall
  But what should they call it? How about fireball!

The Farmer was happy, the pickup was great
  Who would have though it had such a terrible fate

It was late spring and the wheat was ready to reap
  The farmer's time was anything but cheap

So he ventured out on a field of wheat stubble so tall
  And turned his pickup into - you guessed it - A REAL FIREBALL

Something that should be done to keep you out of trouble
  Learn from the farmer - don't drive your vehicle in dry wheat stubble

This unfortunately really happened to my Father-In-Law.  It was only the second new pickup he ever bought for the farm.  He owned it for about a year then it went out in a blaze of glory.  

-Fabulist Ryan