Hot Rod Poetry

[smallfoot]

I been working on one from the beginning,
I just don't have a chance of winning,
It's taking a long time,
Trying to find a rhyme,
It's becoming clear,
And what I really fear,
The finish to a poem is not in sight,
Looks like I might have to stay up at night,
I'm not a poet and those are facts,
I got to get movin the poems due on the day of the taxes...

[bob w]

Thank you smallfoot for your entry. I like it a lot.

It's hard to make up a poem or short story out of this air.

By extending the deadline to May 15 I'm hoping some more members will give it a try.

[soltz]

Originally Posted by smallfoot

I been working on one from the beginning,
I just don't have a chance of winning,
It's taking a long time,
Trying to find a rhyme,
It's becoming clear,
And what I really fear,
The finish to a poem is not in sight,
Looks like I might have to stay up at night,
I'm not a poet and those are facts,
I got to get movin the poems due on the day of the taxes...

Smalls how are you doing with the weather

And I like poetry

[smallfoot]

90 degrees...BURRRR!!!

[Sam_Fear]

Rusted metal. Frozen bolts. Missing parts.

Piece of history. Piece of scrap.
Piece of art?

I grab my creeper, and roll under the dirty greasy beast.
It's clear, what must be done.

At my bench now, I hammer. I heat. I weld.
The metal bends, the sparks fly, as I grind
my arms grow tired, the hammer strikes,
again. Again. Again!

More sparks, more heat! I feel as if I'm at the gates of hell!
My clothes afire, nothing left of me but will!

The sun is gone. I have one more hole.
To drill.

It's over.
I have won.




One bracket done.

[MercuryMac]

Right on, Sam, you have captured 'bracketry', and exposed it.

[bob w]

Sitting on the starting line.
In my Anglia I feel so fine.

In the lane across from me.
A fella in a Super Bee.

He's a fast one that I know
This race is for all the dough.

Rev the engine til it's tight.
Hold the brake with all my might.

Well buddy it's just you and me
Staring at the Christmas tree.

We leave together, same reaction time.
The RPM's start to climb.

Into second going ever faster.
All of a sudden complete disaster.

Must have been a wild sight.
When my little Anglia took a right.

I was barreling toward the wooden rail.
The spectators began to bail.

With a heart breaking crunching hit.
The Anglia was shortened quite a bit.

No one was hurt except my pride.
Wanted to run away and hide.

My Anglia Thames suffered the most.
You could say it was pretty much toast.

I sold the parts and the dream I was chasing.
That night fifty years ago I gave up racing.

[bob w]

Thanks Sam. A good one.

[05snopro440]

Originally Posted by bob w

Sitting on the starting line.
In my Anglia I feel so fine.

In the lane across from me.
A fella in a Super Bee.

He's a fast one that I know
This race is for all the dough.

Rev the engine til it's tight.
Hold the brake with all my might.

Well buddy it's just you and me
Staring at the Christmas tree.

We leave together, same reaction time.
The RPM's start to climb.

Into second going ever faster.
All of a sudden complete disaster.

Must have been a wild sight.
When my little Anglia took a right.

I was barreling toward the wooden rail.
The spectators began to bail.

With a heart breaking crunching hit.
The Anglia was shortened quite a bit.

No one was hurt except my pride.
Wanted to run away and hide.

My Anglia Thames suffered the most.
You could say it was pretty much toast.

I sold the parts and the dream I was chasing.
That night fifty years ago I gave up racing.

That one almost brings a guy to tears!

[bob w]

Originally Posted by 05snopro440

That one almost brings a guy to tears!

Unfortunately it's a true story. Except the Super Bee part. Had to fit in something that rhymed.