Twas the night before Xmas
And all through the car
components were groaning
they'd been very far

The owner a speed freak
had followed the line
pedal to the metal
twas tight trouser time

The box she was leaking
the diff was a groan
the gearbox was cranky
the transfer did moan

The tyres were just legal
tho enourmously big
it wasnt ground clearance
just a bloody big rig

The poor tired engine
had run out of puff
its oil almost solid
twas ready to snuff

And just like its owner
the car was so mean
there wasnt a mechanic
anywhere to be seen

But Santa was watching
this horror unfold
and spoke to his elves
and said to be bold

And thus did it happen
one bright Xmas morn
It wasn't a Cruiser
It wasn't some ****

It stood there all gleaming
alone on the ground
The neighbours were puzzled
they gathered around

What is it they wondered
its so very small
its not like his cruiser
not mucho at all

He started the engine
it purred a great sound
a pity the diff was
so close to the ground

But he puffed out his chest
and he said to them "So..
how do you like Mini Me
my mighty PLAYDOUGH ??

Its nice they agreed
but oh what is that smoke?
It smells like the devil
they started to choke

This one is not petrol
he explained with a grin
You'll never believe
that the fuel bills so thin

And so did it happen
the clever little weasel
he'd turned in his spark plugs
and gotten A DIESEL.

Merry Xmas Everyone

 

Good one!! Happy Holidays.