Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a silvermist Grand Prix and no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this Grand Prix, I hope it ain't got a blower.
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Grand Prix erupts in clouds of FWD smoke.
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons.
Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when the Grand Prix gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing.
I now hear the whine of this Pontiac gaining,
All I can do is keeping the four-banger straining.
In a second the shock wave 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.
Looking up at the tail lights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly thing,"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With more stickers tomorrow, I'll give him a fight!
I found this on another forum, and I edited it for you guys. Happy holidays!
