usmcrebel

well with all this christmas stuff going on i got to wondering about mustang poems, and i found this one on mustang forums if you got i need them to amuse myself over thanksgiving in the woods.


Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was an 03' Cobra Coupe and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this **** Cobra, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Cobra erupts in clouds of tire 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 that Cobra gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing,
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave 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 taillights 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 scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And did my trademark high-speed ricer fly-by

usmcrebel

and another

'Twas the night before Christmas and in the garage,

There wasn't a trace of a Chevy or a Dodge.

The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,

So I figured I'd mess with the Stang for a bit.

I popped the release and I lifted the hood,

When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good."

Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,

And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!

We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,

Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?

I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin,

"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"

His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,

Turned into a smile and he said "hey! Let's go!!"

So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,

We pushed the Mustang quietly into the street,

Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,

I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill.

The sound that erupted took him by surprise,

But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.

With Hoosier`s a' crying and side pipes aglow,

We headed on out where the hot rodders go.

And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,

With every up shift, as I went through the gears.

Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!",

So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?"



Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,

When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

Then the big block exploded with side exhaust sound!

Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!


Power shift into second, again into third!

I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,

Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,

"Merry Christmas to all...........what a great night!!!"

Venmus

T’was the night before Christmas and out on the street,
nothing was moving, not even a Jeep.
All was still with nothing in sight,
then what to my wandering eyes did I see,
but a Mustang SVT alone at a light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show ‘em the way.
I had some NOS on my tiny motor,
I would beat that ‘Stang with its Eaton supercharger.
I pull alongside and revved up with a fart,
pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off like a jolt,
while the SVT filled the night sky with smoke.
I called to my Evo‘s four pistons,
on basher, on crasher, on smasher, and the one knocking,
onward, faster let’s finish the slaughtering.
The engine did rev, I was ready for action,
but just at that moment, the Mustang caught traction.
With a grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye,
like a shot from a cannon, that SVT went by.
He blew by so fast, he spun me around twice,
I knew at that moment, I was freshly fried rice.
He held up one finger as he drove into the night,
all I saw was dimming taillights.
But I heard him exclaim as he roared outta sight,
“You stupid ricer, you can’t beat Blue Oval dynamite.�

shadow04GT

SVT is dead...get over it

usmcrebel

lol...i got all of these printed on my office wall.

Venmus

Don't be jealous because I have one and you don't.

Mustang_Dave

Those were pretty funny!