Dom, about our poetry readings...
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Dom, I think I’m going through a metaformosa…
Maybe I should change my handle to Mr Motion©
In those distant dark days of industrial strife
When Jensen FF driving boutique owners had more than one wife
Flares were de rigeur if you ever wore trousers
Unless that was what you called your MK1 Capri’s wide wheel arches
Salad cream days and Foster Grant summers
With Chopper bikes to outrun the lurking park bummers
Starsky and Hutch and John Steeds Jag
While we watched Carter and Regan stopping a blag
The boffins in Zuffenhausen were looking ahead
Because the bosses in Leiderhosen did declare
The 911 was finished and was just about dead
Dry your tears Dieter, because nobody will care
We need a new motor to lead us ahead
Because the motor business is in a terible state
We’ll keep the Nine and add a Two because another One won’t do
And with a bigger engine we’ll call It the nine-two-eight
When people see it coming they’ll just stand in awe
To mark the changes we’ll make it so large
Forget about dynamics and physical law
It won’t matter if folk think it’s a road going barge
We’ll cover the seats in nice black n white chequer
It won’t matter if our rivals curl up in laughs
If our ‘new type’ customers ever get board
They can just recline the seats and play some draughts
With Space 1999 looks it will seem so much better
But make it bigger with proportions of tanks
And if Colin, Luigi, and Klaus don’t buy it
We can always sell it to those cubic loving yanks
Maybe I should change my handle to Mr Motion©
In those distant dark days of industrial strife
When Jensen FF driving boutique owners had more than one wife
Flares were de rigeur if you ever wore trousers
Unless that was what you called your MK1 Capri’s wide wheel arches
Salad cream days and Foster Grant summers
With Chopper bikes to outrun the lurking park bummers
Starsky and Hutch and John Steeds Jag
While we watched Carter and Regan stopping a blag
The boffins in Zuffenhausen were looking ahead
Because the bosses in Leiderhosen did declare
The 911 was finished and was just about dead
Dry your tears Dieter, because nobody will care
We need a new motor to lead us ahead
Because the motor business is in a terible state
We’ll keep the Nine and add a Two because another One won’t do
And with a bigger engine we’ll call It the nine-two-eight
When people see it coming they’ll just stand in awe
To mark the changes we’ll make it so large
Forget about dynamics and physical law
It won’t matter if folk think it’s a road going barge
We’ll cover the seats in nice black n white chequer
It won’t matter if our rivals curl up in laughs
If our ‘new type’ customers ever get board
They can just recline the seats and play some draughts
With Space 1999 looks it will seem so much better
But make it bigger with proportions of tanks
And if Colin, Luigi, and Klaus don’t buy it
We can always sell it to those cubic loving yanks
We could sit here all day, just typing away
As our feet are revealed as nothing but clay
For what had begun as harmless pursuit of fun
while others enjoyed the lines, another would say
These words must become all but undone
From he whose roof is covered in glass
No prizes for guessing where his comments belong
Providing they’re stuck forever up his
So with no further ado, it’s over to you
The Pistoneheads Lauretette taken on oath
Motion or Huges, take take your pick
You're clearly much better than both
I'm done.
As our feet are revealed as nothing but clay
For what had begun as harmless pursuit of fun
while others enjoyed the lines, another would say
These words must become all but undone
From he whose roof is covered in glass
No prizes for guessing where his comments belong
Providing they’re stuck forever up his
So with no further ado, it’s over to you
The Pistoneheads Lauretette taken on oath
Motion or Huges, take take your pick
You're clearly much better than both
I'm done.
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