Posted by Neal Delay on Friday, December 22, 2000 at 08:00:59:
'Twas the week before Christmas
And all through my garage
Not a motor was stirring
Not even my Dodge
When suddenly with exhaust so loud
Appeared an ancient B3PW in a cloud
Of gas and fumes and metal so rusted
And showed me scenes of a life so fruitful
As it hauled and towed and plowed so useful
With tear in eye I coaxed it inside my door
With promises of oil and parts I'd restore
And now the night before Christmas
with presents unwrapped
I sit in that garage with transmission in lap
As the the true meaning of Christmas dawns clear
IT MUST BE SPENT WITH THOSE YOU HOLD DEAR !!!
As the transmission slips I suddenly fear
The wrath of a Goddess whose shadow is near
As I shake and shiver and spasmodicly quiver
I promise my mistress SHE'D DRIVE MY FLIVER !