Jay
10-07-2004, 02:22 PM
If this wasent eleventeen lines long it would so be my new sig'
Christmas poem:
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was an 03' Cobra Coupe and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this damn Cobra, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Cobra erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the Star of the Action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that Cobra gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing,
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly thing",
I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And did my trademark high-speed ricer fly-by.
Merry X-Mas!
Christmas poem:
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was an 03' Cobra Coupe and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this damn Cobra, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Cobra erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the Star of the Action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that Cobra gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing,
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly thing",
I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And did my trademark high-speed ricer fly-by.
Merry X-Mas!