Friday night poetery

[L8 APEX]

Getting a late start but here goes:
I work on Lightinngs night and day,
Lots of customers straight and gay.
I turn the wrenches fast As I can,
14 hour days beat working for "the man".
I have a lighting of my very own,
I get to work on it late when I'm alone.
I do secret things that nobody knows,
Then test it out and see if she blows.
Too many late nights and I began to frown,
until a customer brought me a large bottle of Crown.
So now I come home after a long day of making power,
fire up the Crown and post my ramblings to a late hour.
My typing slurrs the more that I drink,
but it frees my mind to wonder and think.
Could I climb a mountain and reach to the top,
Have many licks to the center of a tootsie roll pop?
Would I eat them on a bus or with a yam,
No I wouln't I don't like green eggs and ham.
Lightnigns are qwick lightings are fas,
One thing for sure they do eat that gas.
Good night everybody:beer:

[Nuhklz]

I know a tuner from Texas
who always throws good hexes.
While working on my truck,
keeps away from the muck,
and allows me to beat every Lexus

[03LightningRocks]

I know a tuner from Texas
who always throws good hexes.
While working on my truck,
keeps away from the muck,
and allows me to beat every Lexus



The Terry rap has rythum and ryhme,
reading his thought was well worth my time.

Larry fires back with some sh!t of his own,
Sucking up to Terry was the point of his poem.

Not to be mean,
or flame on the net.

A dumber poem than this,
you cannot get.



Rocks:evil

[Nuhklz]

The Terry rap has rythum and ryhme,
reading his thought was well worth my time.

Larry fires back with some sh!t of his own,
Sucking up to Terry was the point of his poem.

Not to be mean,
or flame on the net.

A dumber poem than this,
you cannot get.



Rocks:evil
Mine was before morning coffee - what's your excuse? :evil :evil

[MrsMy2002Lightning]

created as a masterpiece
she sits on a lot
waiting for prince charming
to buy her on the spot

he'll purchase the key
to kick start her heart
and ever so carefully
drive her off the lot

he'll smile for weeks
as he parades her around
showing all the chevys
there's a new guy in town

he spots a dark cloud
out of the corner of his eye
so off to the garge
the lightning will fly

his heart is pounding
'til she's home and safe
he'll drive her again
on another day

he stands with a beer
to smile at her shine
so happy he found her
at the perfect time

he washes and polishes
'til she shimmers in the light
and glances as he drives by
mirrored buildings at night

he goes to the track
but dare not race
she's dear to his heart
and could never be replaced

she's had a nose job
though no-one can tell
she's still bright red
and sexy as hell

they all drive by
and slow down to see
as she demands their attention
carrying my sweetie and me

he rams on the gas
as they all hoot and cheer
the radar detector
says the cops are clear

as we drive out of sight
he twinkles his nose
he puts the pedal to the floor
and off she goes

[my2002lightning]

Here's my contribution:

There’s a red Lightning driven by an Okie,
Alot of these Texans say he’s slow and pokie.

He likes to drive fast with Laney beside,
And roll around Frisco – Pimpin’… Bonified !

They say he likes to wax his truck too,
To make it look as pretty as when new.

They like to drive the L here and there,
And many good times, they do share.

Through the city and the country-side,
Lesser vehicles just stare and step aside.


Having hit 20-thousand miles the other day,
He thought, “I’d do it all over again, anyway.”

Now, he can’t rap and he can’t rhyme,
But, Rock’s might get him in trouble, double-time.


knana :d


FYI, I worked on this little piece on-and-off for about an 30 min. to an hour. Laney busted hers out in about 3-5 minutes off the top of her head! :eek2:


I watched it. Her and her Grandmother write poetry, though.


Ronald

[blueoval01]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of the Lightning lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my Drivers door.
" 'Tis some Ricer," I muttered, "tapping at my Drivers door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
”Wanna Race?” , This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"For $100" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the Street turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my Drivers window.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the Fart Tube, and nothing more."

Then this ebony Honda beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of my Tail Lights it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Ricer, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the Ricer, "Nevermore."

[Nuhklz]

EA Poe :bows

[my2002lightning]

EA Poe :bows
Yep! I remember reading that in AP English/Lit. back in H.S. - "The Raven".

Good stuff...

Ronald