Hot Rod Poetry

[smallfoot]

If we don't stand strong,
We won't be standing very long.

[bob w]

Originally Posted by smallfoot

If we don't stand strong,
We won't be standing very long.

Short, and to the point.

[05snopro440]

Originally Posted by lazarat

I was going to write a poem to say,
that I feel exactly the same way
but this poem I would cleverly write
for this forum it may not be right

I rhymed war and the final tribulation
with the rising price at the gas station
and many more, yes I did rhyme
like the rise in food prices as well as crime

But for now I will eat my Wendy's egg biscuit
.....and figure out my front disc kit
Yes it came yesterday, so something to do
I am keeping the faith, we all should too

I like it. I agree.

[bob w]

I don't know how I did it, but I missed your poem, lazarat.

I'm with snopro, good one.

[23crate]

by jingo's Bob that one hurt
that russian pres with no shirt
attacking his fellow country men
those sadddened and poor Ukraineian

talking to a truckie the other day
he was really maddened id have to say
what cost him a thousand to fill
2 weeks ago,now $250 more at the till!

man thats expensive crude
no wonder we pay more for food
how is this really the case ?
for around the world is just the same

Lazarat you said it well
about the world heading to Hell
seems to me we need to be strong
and face the torment head on

and just maybe we will get out the other side
beer drinking friends here we will collide.
we can talk of the crazy that others make
at a BBQ with beerises and steak

[smallfoot]

Good ones both Laz and Crate!

[lazarat]

Originally Posted by 23crate

by jingo's Bob that one hurt
that russian pres with no shirt
attacking his fellow country men
those sadddened and poor Ukraineian

talking to a truckie the other day
he was really maddened id have to say
what cost him a thousand to fill
2 weeks ago,now $250 more at the till!

man thats expensive crude
no wonder we pay more for food
how is this really the case ?
for around the world is just the same

Lazarat you said it well
about the world heading to Hell
seems to me we need to be strong
and face the torment head on

and just maybe we will get out the other side
beer drinking friends here we will collide.
we can talk of the crazy that others make
at a BBQ with beerises and steak

Great poem, and for God's sake
we rodders here are not at all fake
Let Gates eat what he is trying to make
...but I will never eat synthetic steak!

[lazarat]

Here is a poem about an Olds that would not run
and how my friends and I were enlisted for fun

It was a black and white 55, rodder lived on my street
A 2 door coupe, nosed, decked and neat

One day he and a couple bros,
were trying to start it and as the story goes

They decided to push it..."hey you guys..
..."start pushing, lets give this a couple of trys..

At age of 13, to my friends and I
said this sounds like fun lets give it a try

So hands on trunk we started to heave ho..
It was hard to get rolling and little did we know

That this would turn into an all day fiasco,
All day we pushed but the thing was no go

Up one street, down the next
My muscles were tired, they were flexed

But the hilarity that went with it made it worth
These rodding gang bangers were full of mirth

The cursing, the joking, their loud voice
were instilling some awe into us young boys.

I laughed so hard, I started to cry
The question we all had was 'but why"?

Why were we pushing this heavy car
Why were we pushing it so very far

All over the neighborhood we pushed all day
as more and more joined into the fray

There were the bangers and rodders who were strong and hardy
as this car pushing thing turned into a block party

Past every street kids would join as we passed
soon there were 30, how long would this last

Everytime a pretty girl would pass by that was seen,
the rodders would pretend it was an accident scene

One would quickly lay under the car
as his friends would loudly pretend to give CPR

Yelling and shouting to get their attention,
But the girls ignored of course, and oh did I mention

That not one cop ever saw this activity
as we pushed this beast all over the city.

So now we are almost a mile away,
no longer trying, it was just a fun thing all day,

We finally got it back on the street
This all day fiasco had us all beat

These are the types of things, The fun that I had
Which brought me into this rodding life, and I'm glad.

Below, general area, this started upper right and ended
up lower left

[bob w]

lazarat, thanks for adding life to the Poetry Thread. I enjoyed the poem. Felt like I was there, pushing that big Olds.

[MercuryMac]

I could have been a helper too, getting caught up in someone else's dream, and even trying to attract a pretty girl's attention the wrong way.

Carry on.