a poem for our 4-banger friends

[tireburner163]

Twas the night before Christmas and caught and the light,

Was a domestic V-8 with no cops in sight,

I will try, I will try, I will try this small motor,

To beat this five-o, even with its big stroker,

As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,

The five-o erupts in a cloud of tire smoke,

Now Smasher, now Revver, 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 V-8 gets traction,

Grabbing second I heat the RPM sing,

My mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing,

I now hear the roar of that big monster gaining,

All I can do is keep that four-banger straining,

In a secound the shockwave hits with a blast,

And my stickers go flying, 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 smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,

With my new mods tomorrow...it will be a better night.