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Hot Rod Poetry
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MercuryMac
Builder Junky!
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
I Stepped out of the shop into the dark.
Off in the distance a heard a coyote bark.
The night time animals were on the prowl.
From the tree line came an eerie howl.
I've heard it before.
For the little creatures a rough night was in store.
Looking at the vastness of the sky.
Couldn't help but wonder why?
Billions of planets, suns in the millions.
Here we are, insignificant minions.
What are the odds there's people like us.
Orbiting around in the cosmic dust?
Can't help but think that in outer space.
There's humans engaged in the same rat race.
Maybe there's hot rodders in another galaxy.
Wouldn't it be fun to look and see?
And what if in space behind high wooden boards.
There are junkyards filled with '32 Fords?
Enough of this silly night time musing.
I zipped up an went back to the tool I was using.
Off in the distance a heard a coyote bark.
The night time animals were on the prowl.
From the tree line came an eerie howl.
I've heard it before.
For the little creatures a rough night was in store.
Looking at the vastness of the sky.
Couldn't help but wonder why?
Billions of planets, suns in the millions.
Here we are, insignificant minions.
What are the odds there's people like us.
Orbiting around in the cosmic dust?
Can't help but think that in outer space.
There's humans engaged in the same rat race.
Maybe there's hot rodders in another galaxy.
Wouldn't it be fun to look and see?
And what if in space behind high wooden boards.
There are junkyards filled with '32 Fords?
Enough of this silly night time musing.
I zipped up an went back to the tool I was using.
MercuryMac
Builder Junky!
Right on Bob, now you're thinking.
I'm here to tell you, ---- there's not a very good probability of us ever finding a cosmic junkyard full of '32's out there. Sorry Bob.
I'm here to tell you, ---- there's not a very good probability of us ever finding a cosmic junkyard full of '32's out there. Sorry Bob.
smallfoot
He's rockin' the "Nuttin Special"!
Maybe not 32 Fords but I bet there's rat versions of whatever they had...hoho!
MercuryMac
Builder Junky!
I'm going to try once again to get a poem over here.
Nope, I guess not.
Nope, I guess not.
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
smallfoot, like the Ratship Enterprise.
smallfoot
He's rockin' the "Nuttin Special"!
Yeah, that's the ticket...
David Lohrman
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Awesome love the poem
nice one Bob, nearly thought you were getting all philosophic there 
although theres something about the starry night sky ..
nice to see you back
although theres something about the starry night sky ..
nice to see you back
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
A Christmas Poem
On the first day of Christmas my Daddy bought for me.
A 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the Second day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Two Holley carbs sucking.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the third day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Three gallons of anti freeze thawing.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the fourth day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Four tires rolling.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the fifth day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Five golden blings?
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the sixth day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Six quarts of oil lubing.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the seventh day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Seven swans a swimming?
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the eighth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Eight plugs a sparking.
On the ninth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Nine miles a gallon driving.
On the tenth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Ten trophies racing.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my Super Be gave to me.
Eleven tickets speeding.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Twelve years of Joy.
Merry Christmas everyone.
On the first day of Christmas my Daddy bought for me.
A 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the Second day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Two Holley carbs sucking.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the third day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Three gallons of anti freeze thawing.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the fourth day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Four tires rolling.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the fifth day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Five golden blings?
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the sixth day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Six quarts of oil lubing.
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the seventh day of Christmas my Daddy got for me.
Seven swans a swimming?
And a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
On the eighth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Eight plugs a sparking.
On the ninth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Nine miles a gallon driving.
On the tenth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Ten trophies racing.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my Super Be gave to me.
Eleven tickets speeding.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my Super Bee gave to me.
Twelve years of Joy.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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