A very ricer christmas story, my favorite poem Options

[SCCA Stang]

A Very Ricer Christmas..
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the
light,
Was a rotary sports car and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small
motor,
To beat this shit 7 with it's puny two rotor.

As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The 7 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 the 7 gets traction,
A quick grab to second, I hear my revs sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing.
I now hear the scream, of that rotary gaining,
All I can do is keep the 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 at his taillights as they are gettin much
smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler.
"You can't win them all," his wrist he did fling,
"You may not win much in that stupid rice thing".

I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And did my trademark high-speed fly-by.