highwater
11-29-2006, 11:27 AM
Where hast thou gone, O summertime,
with F_E temps so fair;
The cold hit hard, I have to fight,
‘tis easy not to care.
I must defrost, or fail to breathe,
and ice I have to scrape;
Please hurry back O summertime,
t’would seem there’s no escape.
Coolant temp and intake air,
I try to keep them hot;
I F_A_S to no avail,
my efforts are for naught.
The road is wet, the ridge I ride,
I pulse, then try to glide;
The tires are pumped, into a slump
the F_E still doth slide.
And thou doest nag, O winter’s wind,
your always in my face;
I am condemned, I cannot win,
the truth I must embrace.
Snow and rain, breed F_E pain,
more gas I’ll have to burn;
Where hast thou gone, O summertime,
and when wilt thou return?
Randall Burkhalter
November 2006
with F_E temps so fair;
The cold hit hard, I have to fight,
‘tis easy not to care.
I must defrost, or fail to breathe,
and ice I have to scrape;
Please hurry back O summertime,
t’would seem there’s no escape.
Coolant temp and intake air,
I try to keep them hot;
I F_A_S to no avail,
my efforts are for naught.
The road is wet, the ridge I ride,
I pulse, then try to glide;
The tires are pumped, into a slump
the F_E still doth slide.
And thou doest nag, O winter’s wind,
your always in my face;
I am condemned, I cannot win,
the truth I must embrace.
Snow and rain, breed F_E pain,
more gas I’ll have to burn;
Where hast thou gone, O summertime,
and when wilt thou return?
Randall Burkhalter
November 2006