legendboy
12-16-2003, 02:17 PM
Something I found from another board
A Modified Christmas Poem
By
Ski_rebel_3
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a torch red Corvette and no cops in sight.
It was actually pink upon better view
Because we all know that GM factory paint never looks new.
I will try, I will try, with this small motor,
To beat this Corvette, because I have a blower!
As the light goes green and he pull's like no joke,
My Integra erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
On Precision! On Tial! On Hondata! On In-Line Pro!
These are the names of my kit with a turbo.
Racing ahead his Chevy leads the action,
He laughs and smiles as his Corvette gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My engine is filled with the air the turbo brings.
I now hear the roar of the wastegate as I'm gaining,
I smile because I know the veins in his neck are straining!
When I shift into third, the shock wave hits with a blast,
As by I go flying, with Vette owner watching aghast.
I throw down to forth, as I approach one hundred and thirty
I want him know, I not only beat him but I did him dirty!
Shaking and numb because he knows it's too late,
He tries to act cool, even though he's been raped.
Looking up at my tail lights as they get smaller,
I let off allowing him to catch up as my blow off valve gives a holler,
"You picked the wrong fight," I say in fling,
"Your Vette got trashed, I bet that’s surprising!"
I smiled and waved as he sat there dismayed,
His once fire breathing dragon has just been slayed!
The last thing I saw he was shaking his head,
His Corvette now dead because my engine is force fed!
THE END
A Modified Christmas Poem
By
Ski_rebel_3
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a torch red Corvette and no cops in sight.
It was actually pink upon better view
Because we all know that GM factory paint never looks new.
I will try, I will try, with this small motor,
To beat this Corvette, because I have a blower!
As the light goes green and he pull's like no joke,
My Integra erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
On Precision! On Tial! On Hondata! On In-Line Pro!
These are the names of my kit with a turbo.
Racing ahead his Chevy leads the action,
He laughs and smiles as his Corvette gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My engine is filled with the air the turbo brings.
I now hear the roar of the wastegate as I'm gaining,
I smile because I know the veins in his neck are straining!
When I shift into third, the shock wave hits with a blast,
As by I go flying, with Vette owner watching aghast.
I throw down to forth, as I approach one hundred and thirty
I want him know, I not only beat him but I did him dirty!
Shaking and numb because he knows it's too late,
He tries to act cool, even though he's been raped.
Looking up at my tail lights as they get smaller,
I let off allowing him to catch up as my blow off valve gives a holler,
"You picked the wrong fight," I say in fling,
"Your Vette got trashed, I bet that’s surprising!"
I smiled and waved as he sat there dismayed,
His once fire breathing dragon has just been slayed!
The last thing I saw he was shaking his head,
His Corvette now dead because my engine is force fed!
THE END