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11-09-2000, 09:13pm
Ode to Snags
The Suspension Sat Low And Heavy
Compression By Weight No Less
How Much The Busa Could Carry
Snags Would Put To The Test
The Throttle Cracked And Rubber Burnt
Blue Metal Sprayed The Air
Snags Snapped It To The Stop
As The Chain Stretched In Despair
Three Forty Kilo's Of Solid Mass
Ten Postie Bikes Or More
The Laws Of Motion Were Against It
Still Snags Nailed It To The Floor
With A Sound The Noise Of Thunder
The Yoshi's Were A Screamin
The Busa Launched Like A Rocket Ship
Snags Face Lit Like A Demon
The Tacho Saw The Red
As He Snicked Another Gear
The Busa's Subframe Bending
As All Weight Shifted To The Rear
The Front Wheel Barely Touching
As The Power Came Out To Play
Body Weighted Steering
This Was Snaga's Day
The Corner Was Approaching
His Foot Tapped Her Down Two
Looking Thru The Apex
He Knew What He Must Do
With Rear Brake To Steady
And Throttle Trailing Just
Comitted Now To The Line
It Was Do Or Bust
But What Was This A Lurking
Closing On Him Fast
Searching For The Line
That Past Him They Could Blast
Yes Indeedy It Was
That Bastard Mick With Wife
Cutting Him On The Inside
Like Butter Thru A Knife
Carved Him Like A Turkey
Sucked The Headlight From The Fairing
Snags Was Pissed And More
At That Brazen Micks Shear Daring
Selena Turned And Waved
As Into The Distance They Did Go
P@#%$ The Pizza And Pasta
Body Mass Did The Busa Slow :">
Frustration Level Peaking
Shoulders Rounded In despair
Snags Was At Witts End
Tearing At His Hair.............Huh Snags !!! Hair !!! must have the wrong bloke.LMAO
The Moral Of This Story Snags Is..........Big Man Big Balls
Little Man...............All Balls
LMAO
Eastern Contingent..........Where The REAL MEN Hang....out.
Edited by Boss2 at: 9/11/00 10:21:43 pm
The Suspension Sat Low And Heavy
Compression By Weight No Less
How Much The Busa Could Carry
Snags Would Put To The Test
The Throttle Cracked And Rubber Burnt
Blue Metal Sprayed The Air
Snags Snapped It To The Stop
As The Chain Stretched In Despair
Three Forty Kilo's Of Solid Mass
Ten Postie Bikes Or More
The Laws Of Motion Were Against It
Still Snags Nailed It To The Floor
With A Sound The Noise Of Thunder
The Yoshi's Were A Screamin
The Busa Launched Like A Rocket Ship
Snags Face Lit Like A Demon
The Tacho Saw The Red
As He Snicked Another Gear
The Busa's Subframe Bending
As All Weight Shifted To The Rear
The Front Wheel Barely Touching
As The Power Came Out To Play
Body Weighted Steering
This Was Snaga's Day
The Corner Was Approaching
His Foot Tapped Her Down Two
Looking Thru The Apex
He Knew What He Must Do
With Rear Brake To Steady
And Throttle Trailing Just
Comitted Now To The Line
It Was Do Or Bust
But What Was This A Lurking
Closing On Him Fast
Searching For The Line
That Past Him They Could Blast
Yes Indeedy It Was
That Bastard Mick With Wife
Cutting Him On The Inside
Like Butter Thru A Knife
Carved Him Like A Turkey
Sucked The Headlight From The Fairing
Snags Was Pissed And More
At That Brazen Micks Shear Daring
Selena Turned And Waved
As Into The Distance They Did Go
P@#%$ The Pizza And Pasta
Body Mass Did The Busa Slow :">
Frustration Level Peaking
Shoulders Rounded In despair
Snags Was At Witts End
Tearing At His Hair.............Huh Snags !!! Hair !!! must have the wrong bloke.LMAO
The Moral Of This Story Snags Is..........Big Man Big Balls
Little Man...............All Balls
LMAO
Eastern Contingent..........Where The REAL MEN Hang....out.
Edited by Boss2 at: 9/11/00 10:21:43 pm