Twas the night before Christmas

by RoadBlock Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:30 am

Twas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
nothing was moving, not even a jeep.
All was still with nothing in site,
then what to my wandering eyes did I see,
but a Mustang SVT alone at a light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show'em the way.
I had some NOS on my tiny motor,
I would beat that stang with it's eaton blower.
I pulled alongside and revved up with a fart,
pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off with a jolt,
while the SVT filled the night shy with smoke.
I called to my Evo four pistons,
on basher, on crasher, on smasher, and the one knocking,
onward faster let's finish the slaughter.
The engine did rev, I was ready for action,
but just at that moment the Mustang caught traction.
With a grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye,
like a shot from a cannon, that SVT went by.
He blew by so fast, he spun me round twice.
I knew at that moment, I was freshly fried rice.
He help up one finger as he drove into the night,
all I saw was dimming taillights.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove outta site,
"you stupid ricer, you can't beat blue oval dynamite."

by WNRacing Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:32 am

lol, nice.

by Wolvee Thu Dec 24, 2009 3:20 am

I wrote one of these for my Nova back in 1996 but the internet claimed it as it's own. lol Now whenever I come across it, it says author unknown...but I'll always know. Neutral