Post by luvmyjeep on Dec 21, 2009 12:50:44 GMT -4
Here is a little Christmas poem I wrote today:
Ode to My Jeep
At Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas,
And everyone was asleep;
It was a perfect night,
For a rip in the Jeep.
I quietly slipped out,
Snow was gently falling;
When I got to the trailhead,
A Barred Owl was calling.
The trailhead was blocked,
By a big mound of snow;
Time to air down,
And put ‘er in 4-Low.
I tried to crawl it first,
But this mound was no mini;
I backed ‘er back up,
And gave ‘er the skinny.
She blasted up and over,
This snow mound with ease;
With lockers turning all wheels,
She was aiming to please.
It was a beautiful night,
A shame to waste on sleep;
This is what I call quality time,
For me and my Jeep.
The trail was pristine,
The off-camber sections were nice;
But then she plunged into a hole,
And crashed through the ice.
The tires spewed slush,
And the engine did roar;
But it was time to unspool,
My trusty 8274.
The winch it pulled,
As the tires they spun;
A big smile on my face,
This was all part of the fun.
We’re rolling again,
But it’s time to head back;
Santa will soon be here,
And I must hit the sack.
I put another log in the woodstove,
And headed up to sleep.
I drift off dreaming,
Of fun times in my Jeep!
Ode to My Jeep
At Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas,
And everyone was asleep;
It was a perfect night,
For a rip in the Jeep.
I quietly slipped out,
Snow was gently falling;
When I got to the trailhead,
A Barred Owl was calling.
The trailhead was blocked,
By a big mound of snow;
Time to air down,
And put ‘er in 4-Low.
I tried to crawl it first,
But this mound was no mini;
I backed ‘er back up,
And gave ‘er the skinny.
She blasted up and over,
This snow mound with ease;
With lockers turning all wheels,
She was aiming to please.
It was a beautiful night,
A shame to waste on sleep;
This is what I call quality time,
For me and my Jeep.
The trail was pristine,
The off-camber sections were nice;
But then she plunged into a hole,
And crashed through the ice.
The tires spewed slush,
And the engine did roar;
But it was time to unspool,
My trusty 8274.
The winch it pulled,
As the tires they spun;
A big smile on my face,
This was all part of the fun.
We’re rolling again,
But it’s time to head back;
Santa will soon be here,
And I must hit the sack.
I put another log in the woodstove,
And headed up to sleep.
I drift off dreaming,
Of fun times in my Jeep!
