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Remember that poem about a ricer and a mustang, well here's my version.
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a Little Red Ranger, but something was not quite right,
I approached with caution, looking it over,
It had a sound, like an angry bulldozer,
I rev'ed my Grand Am 4-banger to the point of red,
Ranger man looked at me and said "You should've stayed in bed."
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Red Ranger erupts in a cloud of tire smoke,
I'm pulling away as I looked to the rear from afar,
But now this Ranger sounds like NASCAR,
Ranger man, I could see, has got some traction,
After all, he doesn't want to miss the action,
He came up on me like I never moved,
I feared my Grand Am lost it's groove,
He roared past me, then it caught my eye,
"302" in chrome, shining like a star in the sky,
"That thing's got a V8!" I said aloud,
But I lost this race, for that I am not proud,
At the lights, I met Ranger man again,
So I asked him, man to man,
"That thing got a V8 under the hood?"
Ranger man answered with something "It could"
"But if you try that again, I'll blow the doors off that chick car."
He races off into the night with taillights off so far,
I sat there weeping and moping galor,
And said "No wonder Pontiac is no more."
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a Little Red Ranger, but something was not quite right,
I approached with caution, looking it over,
It had a sound, like an angry bulldozer,
I rev'ed my Grand Am 4-banger to the point of red,
Ranger man looked at me and said "You should've stayed in bed."
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Red Ranger erupts in a cloud of tire smoke,
I'm pulling away as I looked to the rear from afar,
But now this Ranger sounds like NASCAR,
Ranger man, I could see, has got some traction,
After all, he doesn't want to miss the action,
He came up on me like I never moved,
I feared my Grand Am lost it's groove,
He roared past me, then it caught my eye,
"302" in chrome, shining like a star in the sky,
"That thing's got a V8!" I said aloud,
But I lost this race, for that I am not proud,
At the lights, I met Ranger man again,
So I asked him, man to man,
"That thing got a V8 under the hood?"
Ranger man answered with something "It could"
"But if you try that again, I'll blow the doors off that chick car."
He races off into the night with taillights off so far,
I sat there weeping and moping galor,
And said "No wonder Pontiac is no more."
