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“I like cars with big butts’ she said. “The ones with soft interiors and big joysticks That you hold while racing down at 70 mph Down straight highways swerving through bylanes And bursting into breeze and wide open spaces!” Spent. The exhausts thunder . Throttles down and grazing Hear the sound of engines purring? “I like the old Mustangs” she said “They growl back at you throttle deep, Crunching up the pussycats Mewing on the slow lane” “I like tequila that’s naughty No aftertaste, a coupla shots A hot bonnet to warm you back And a piston that does a six stroke Slow ride As we race to a finish on the salt lakes” “ Don’t you like Mercedes?” I softly queried “ Nah” she replied curtly. “ But it starts with an M too?” “Oh yeah, its got no twang in it though!” I surrendered to the sound of giggles. We pulled up near a parking lot And she slid into a vacant slot Both **** and front touching. Menagerie of cars parked perfectly. I admired her driving skill. Author Notes Yeah, its about cars. Get your mind outta the gutter will ya? © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
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“I like cars with big butts’ she said. “The ones with soft interiors and big joysticks That you hold while racing down at 70 mph Down straight highways swerving through bylanes And bursting into breeze and wide open spaces!” Spent. The exhausts thunder . Throttles down and grazing Hear the sound of engines purring? “I like the old Mustangs” she said “They growl back at you throttle deep, Crunching up the pussycats Mewing on the slow lane” “I like tequila that’s naughty No aftertaste, a coupla shots A hot bonnet to warm you back And a piston that does a six stroke Slow ride As we race to a finish on the salt lakes” “ Don’t you like Mercedes?” I softly queried “ Nah” she replied curtly. “ But it starts with an M too?” “Oh yeah, its got no twang in it though!” I surrendered to the sound of giggles. We pulled up near a parking lot And she slid into a vacant slot Both **** and front touching. Menagerie of cars parked perfectly. I admired her driving skill. Author Notes Yeah, its about cars. Get your mind outta the gutter will ya? © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
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