Tis The Season (or something like that)

In between pit stops I had a very
brief moment of poetry strike me
so here it is.......


Dashing through the snow
on a mule and not a sleigh
or the bridges we go
panhandling all the way
Dirt2 has arrived
Gridjunkie broke a sweat
knowing that his ass will be kicked
upon the sand and that you can bet

Oh..............(chorus)

wizard tales
batman smells
Gridjunkie messed his pants
oh what fun it is tonight
knowing dirt2 has kicked his ass

Oh..............(chorus)

wizard tales
batman smells
Gridjunkie messed his pants
oh what fun it is tonight
knowing dirt2 kicked his ass

(Repeat chorus till you get bored)

Told you it was brief.
And with that i need to go win
some more races, ain't got all
night to mess with this poem.


So as usual...




PooF!



;)

There Arose Such A Klatter...

After spending the last year hard on the circuit, I have finally taken a moment to reflect on all the hard work and the peacefull tranquility that comes from knowing GridJunkie aka Toad King, Toad Lord or is it lord Toad, MD 20/20 King and last but not least Lord of the Pandhandlers, was suspended for the year for his involvement in dog rustling, and robbing other pandhandlers. While it is a shame to see someone fall to such levels in society, it was much expected, after all when you hang around with the likes of his ever unloyal side kick Sally Jean Brown aka El Gringette, it was a matter of fate.

With the understanding that he may be allowed back on the grid racing circuit ( heaven help us) I felt a little supportive poetry might be in order, so without futher delay...here I go.

Twas the nite before christmas when all through the alley

not a car lay in action no dikkering or dally

The garages lay silent, not a light shown on the road

in hopes of swaying away ole Lord Kingy Toad

This dog rustler of sorts, and has done it a plenty

is often found using the alias of MD 20/20

His picture on wanted posters can always be found

like his street walking temptress Miss Sally Jean Brown

Miss El Gringette as she is most often reffered

put the two of them together and you have a pair of nerds

Oh what has the world come to burdening us with them

it is such a disaster I feel I might sing a hymn

With him on the lose the streets know no safety

him driving fast and her wearing pasties

What has it come to when in the last year

the silence is broken having him right back here

I wrote this little poem in hoping I might

not catch glimpses of him in my rear view sites

With all this verbage that I have said

I really thought he might be dead

So hold up your glass in honor of this roast

for all I can say is on the track your ass is toast.

Happy Holidays

and the usual

PooF!