Found this on Cardomain



‘Twas the night before Christmas, and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 with no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, with this 2-liter motor,
To beat this Mustang, even with its big blower!

As the light goes to green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
Now Smasher, now Revver, now Stroker, now Blitzin!
These are the names for my four VTEC pistons!

Racing ahead, I’m the star of the action,
But I know I’m in trouble when that Mustang gets traction.
Grabbing second, I'm hearing the RPM sing,
But my rearview is blocked by my shopping-cart wing.

I now hear the roar of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep the 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.

As I gaze at the taillights and watch them get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
“You can’t win them all,” he says with a grin.
“You may not win any in that silly thing!”

I scowl and I gun it and let out a sigh,
And then pull my classic trademark high-speed fly-by.
Then I smile as I revv and pull out of sight;
With my new mods tomorrow, it'll be a better night.



and here's one for all you water skiers/ wake boarders out there


T'was the night before Christmas and all through the land
Not a skier was jumping, on the lake we could stand

All frozen and cold, with ice inches thick
I stared and I wondered, about ole Saint Nick

I'd asked for some presents, a vest and some ski's
New ropes and some gloves, and braces for my knees

When all of a sudden, I heard such a clatter
I stopped waxing the boat, to see what was the matter

I ran to the window, and what do I see
But a Malibu sleigh, full of ropes and of ski's

And a jolly old man, with his sack full of toys
He came down the chimney, bringing hope bringing joy

He filled all the stockings, with handles and gloves
He left ski's he left bindings, and the vest that I love

And with a twinkle in his eye, he put his hand to his nose
With a world record leap, up the chimney he rose

Now Dasher now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet on Cupid, hit it Donner and Blitzen

To the top of the jump, to the top of the wall
Dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

Up into the sky, like a jumper he flew
To bring hope to bring joy, for the next season anew

He called out to all, as he flew through the night
Merry Christmas to all, keep the rope nice and tight.

Happy Holidays



Any one else got anymore, and also Merry Christmas

 

Haha, that's awesome!!

Good find!!

 

im naming the pistons in my car lol

 

That is hilarious! ROFL.

 

Lol. Great first poem.