Hot Rod Poetry

[bob w]

Here it is folks. Hot Rod Poetry- 2nd Edition

The rules are simple:

1. Tripper's rules for the site.
2. Starting now till May 1st.
3. Should have something to do with hot rods, or something.
4. Anything that can be construed as poetry is welcome. Need not rhyme. Need not make sense (like a lot of poetry). Can be funny, or not.
5. Long, short. Doesn't matter.
6. Don't be timid or embarrassed. You're not going for a literary award.
7. Post your poem(s) on this thread. No limit per person.
8. At the end of this exercise someone a lot more computer literate than yours truly will set up a scheme whereby voting will happen and the winners will be awarded prizes beyond their wildest expectations.
9. Pleas ebe the author of what you post. Obvious plagiarism will be met with a frown

E-man has volunteered to contribute prizes and I just cashed in my 401k to buy additional prizes. The number of prizes will partially be determined by participation. If you don't contribute a poem you probably won't win a prize.

I'll periodically post a possible prize to keep you all motivated.

So, unleash your hidden Poe, unlimber your digits, put your imagination in overdrive and have at it.

I'm looking forward to some funfilled reading.

[MercuryMac]

I'm working on two different ways of getting a poem in this thread. Here's the first one.
Nope, that didn't work.

[bob w]

For starters: A couple Hot Rod Nursery Rhymes

Little Miss Muffet sat in her T Bucket.
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a Porsche Spyder.
And pulled up beside her.
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

or:

Jack be nimble.
Jack be quick.
Jack could really handle.
A four speed stick.

If I can post this, anything resembling a poem is more than acceptable. Don't be timid.

[MercuryMac]

Here's my second try. Doc C. spliced the poem together nicely, for me and then E-mailed back. Thank you Doc. you saved the day.

[Dr Crankenstein]

Glad to help, Mac.


Combustion

It was missing a tire when the beast caught fire,
flames grew high while my heart raced higher.

I could push it out and let it burn,
but one tire's off and the wheels don't turn.

Junior was there in the smoke filled air,
blasted the flames and my smoldering hair.

The shop was saved, my son was praised
and the car lived happily after.


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[MercuryMac]

I'm liking this poem-fest already.

How to go Doc., internal rhyming and all. This is some expensive stuff.

[23crate]

She - a rusty hulk that sat outside for years
under vines of blackberry years of sun and rain
so sad she wept a million tears
dreaming of her past life love and polished chrome
lichen free and gleaming on a Sunday run
nobody cared for the once proud car
the people once stopped and stared
now walked past and didnt care
she, a lost soul on the out skirts of town
her wheels flat and way bogged down
it was of course hard to believe
that tatooed man who came to see
the grand old lady stuck under her tree
at first she sighed go away young man
she growled dont come close to me
he listened not and chopped and sprayed
he dragged her out, she, all forlorn
and scrubbed her clean on his front lawn
and he sighed and rolled up his sleeves
hammered welded painted and chromed
restored that grand old lady to her throne.
once again the people stared and watched her go by
she loved her new life on the streets again
because often theres a second chance my friends

[bob w]

Wow! thanks guys for your submissions. Really good. The early submissions have set the bar pretty high. But don't doubt your own ability. Throw something out there. The worst that can happen is we laugh at you. Just kidding.

For instance;
Mary had a little Lambo.
She also had a bear.
I've often seen her in her Lambo
But I've never seen her bare.


Here's a potential prize: A hot rod clock.

[earthman]

A short story as well, good reading '23. I working on ideas but i don't get far before my head starts hurting.

[earthman]

A short story as well, good reading '23. I working on ideas but i don't get far before my head starts hurting.