Written by T'Kea

Friday, 6 February 2009

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Twas the night before the Grand Prix, when all through my house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. My Clothes were hung over my bed with such care, in the hope that Day 4 of the Grand prix would soon be here.

I, not quite a child was all snug in my bed.
While visions of Grid-girls danced through my head.
My sister in her Pj's and my brother wearing his Cap
Had settled in their beds, for a long friggin nap.
When out the front of my house arose such a Clatter
I arose from my slumber to see what's the matter

Away to the window, I rolled like a flash
I tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the road mixed with the street light glow
Gave the impression that there was something below
Then, something weird came into my view
It was a F1 Car and its driver too.

With a little young driver, so lively and fine
I knew in a moment it was the Austrian, Chris Klien
More rapid than eagles his competitors they came
And he whistled and shouted and called em by name:
"Oi Alonso, Oi Raikonnen, Oi Button and Fisichell-a
Hey Webber, Hey Schumacher, hey Coulthard and Barrichell-o!
To the top of the court, up to those peoples front wall
Now, drive away, Drive away, Drive away all!!"

As Dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
They were driving so fast, it was like they could fly
So to the top of the court, the competitors they flew
With slight revving of Engines and skidding tires too
And then in a twinkling, I heard from the end
The skids of the tires and final revs of the Engine

As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the street came Klien, with such a bound
He was dressed in a red bull suit, from head to toe
And his clothes were all rough looking, just like the road
A bag of Goodies he had flung on his back.
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His eyes how the twinkled... he had dimples, How merry!
His cheeks were like roses, His lips as sweet as a cherry
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Looked like he had a beard, but it was just the lights glow.
His smile so big, I could see his white teeth
And the smoke from the cars, circled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a sexy pot belly
That shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was skinny and sexy, much taller than an elf,
And I giggled when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a kiss on my head,
Soon let me know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And picked up the starting flag; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger in front of his lips,
I gave him a nod, then gave him a kiss;
He walked to his car, and gave his competitors a whistle,
And away they all drove like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight,

"Ill see you tomorrow, hope u had a good night!"

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