the dsm'r christmas poem Options

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here is a poem my cousin wrote, i think hes on here but idk if he will post it. I couldnt stop laughing. maybe its just me.

~~~~~~The DSM'er Christmas~~~~~~~

Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 without a cop in sight.

I will try once again, with my bone stock motor,
To beat this Cobra, with NOS and a blower.

As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Cobra erupts in a big cloud of smoke.

Now Mitsu, now Stroker, now Lucky, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four tired pistons.

Racing ahead as I launch from the action,
Try as it might, the V8 has no traction.

Slamming second gear I hear the EVOIII spool,
I’m bout to show what’s up to this V8 fool.


Rip in to third, his headlights getting smaller,
I finally let off, with a wave and a holler.


I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
It was no big deal, it’s just another night.

Now you can all start to flame, and cuss, and holler
But it’s all in good fun, so calm down you big baller.

Just thinking what to say, to make it sound just right,
Merry Christmas to all at Dragsource, and have a great night!



Now, to make the rest of you happy......

~~~~~The DSM'er Christmas (Hater Version)~~~~~~~

Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 without a cop in sight.

Guy looks over, giving nitrous a purge
As I'm paying no attention, fighting idle surge.

The light turns green, we took off with a riff
I heard a big pop, musta blow my center diff.

I take off slow, front tires just spinning
As I look up ahead the damn Stang is winning.

Bouncing off the limiter, with a pop and a rap
Grinding into 2nd, cause my tranny is crap.

Finally getting traction, and really starting to pull
Looking at my logger, as knock goes to full.

I hear a big bang, with a boom and a splatter
I pull my shit over, to see whats the matter.

Looking underneath, I see parts and oil
Cussing up a storm, as I come to a boil.

With a F#ck and a Sh#t and a screem and an eek
It's my 3rd damn motor that I blew this week.

'Bout to get out of this game, get me a truck with some duals
Ah, just playin, pump my shit from the back side foo's!

and on and on and on........

If you are just as bored as me at work (or at home) feel free to make your own poems, it's kinda fun!

MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL (or for those that prefer Happy Holidays (idiots))