F-body poetry
 

Not sure why I felt the need, however I had a few moments at work and knocked this out.

Some people like f-bods for what they can do
Some people like f-bods for how they look too
With a bow tie or bird we all can go fast
With a grin and some gas we kick import ass

Now don’t cry about cubes because many cars are quick
Two wheels or four, auto or stick
Just grin, grab and go, that stick on the floor
And laugh at the look on import boy, yo!

Straighten your hat, you think you are it
Pull up your pants you dopey young twit
This f-bod’s gonna leave you in my rear view mirror
A few extra stickers won’t get you any nearer

Your 16k Civic or 40k Supra
A four cylinder anchor or six cylinder super
Don’t Yo! me to death, you dopey ass punk
Just admire and respect my tail lights and trunk

RS or Iroc, Firebird or TA
F-bodies aren’t produced but they’re here to stay
What happened to your stickers, fart can and turbo?
Just give it up punk, my F-bod’s far beyond you


Guess I had to get it out of my system. :shrug:

Hahaha funny BUT.... it would be better if Kirsten Dunst cheered it for us :twisted:

I'd a never figured you for the poetic type, good job :)

Do I predict the next Poet Laureate?

nice job

haha i love it

Thanks guys.

Funny stuff ::thumbsup::

- Justin

Nice!

I agree, but where the HELL did that come from??? :lol:

some heiku's(sp)


My house is on wheels
Cherry red Trans Am is not
White trash irony

Air shocks jack me up
Slapper bars keep me low down
Camaro sho’lo'

:stupid:

The first 2 lines seem like a girly cheer from "Bring It On" :roll:

haha, that movie is awesome :oops: :lol: