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Ξεκινησαμε με 1 απλο τετραστοιχο και καταληξαμε να γραψουμε ολοκληρη Ιλιάδα...
Μιλαω για εμενα και τον Αντρεα (corollapatra) που μπλεχτηκαμε σε ποιητική μαχη ΣΤΑ ΑΓΓΛΙΚΑ, και το αποτελεσμα ηταν τοσο ωραίο που ειπαμε να το ανεβασουμε και εδω στο σαιτ ωστε να γελασετε και εσεις μαζι μας.
Μια ατυπη κοντρα μεταξυ TS και υπερκυβισμενου... Μονο στα λογια δλδ γιατι στον δρομο δεν εχω ελπίδα...
Φυσικά περιμενουμε τα σχόλια σας...
Andreas Sarlis
A ride with my Rolla,
to Santa was my gift,
and then he wished his reindeers,
to also had a "lift"...
Michael Psarras
The heavy slade of Santa
was carrying my prize.
he wished he did the same like me
his engine to oversize!
Andreas Sarlis
For sleigh upgrade Santa chose,
the oversize solution,
the torque and power increased so much,
it was a revolution...
A dream came true and Santa drove,
his sleigh with too much pride,
the sleigh's service forced him though,
to borrow my ride...
He understood his big mistake,
and he informed the press,
"I'm sorry for this" said in tears,
"I should have bought TS"...
Michael Psarras
So santa chose to get TS
and this is what he did
and he enjoyed so much
the increase in the speed.
But when the year came to end
and he received his bill
the tax invoice was so high
that he became ill.
The insurance costs he had to pay
were not so low either
he was so sad and burst in tears
and run to hug his mother.
He then realized his big mistake
and wished he hadn't done it
it was too late for him to change
the crisis in the planet.
The “lift” was drinking gasoline
like a water snake (νεροφίδα)
and Misses Santa could not afford
to even bake a cake.
...And every year the government
announced higher taxes
Poor Santa had to go to work
with buses and with taxis.
Sometimes he sat to drink his tea
Refresh the good old time
When he enjoyed more cc (σε-σε)
but as a secret crime! Xexexexe
Andreas Sarlis
The tears of Santa were enough,
for those expensive bills,
his feelings made him so sad,
he also took some pills...
...He looked for ways to feel some joy,
and got in the TS,
Miss Santa too and took the streets,
what happened? Can you guess?
They drove so slowly to save some fuel,
Miss Santa hugged her man,
and then they stopped to a red light,
and looked for little fun...
A blue Corolla stopped as well,
but Santa saw the catch ,
it seamed to be a model stock,
but not its engine’s guts...
That oversized blue Corolla,
was making too much noise,
so much that fat old Santa,
couldn’t hear his wife’s voice...
The traffic light turned to green,
and blue Corolla left,
he thought the torque would help him,
to get his very best...
But Santa floored the pedal,
and nothing was the same,
in sound of “lift” Miss Santa,
to an orgasm came...
“Oh, darling what was that?
I thought I saw Saint Peter,
that thing you call “the Lift”
than sex is even better”...
“So screw the much more taxies,
and the insurance money,
when our Corolla starts to lift,
the day is much more
ny”
“We’ll keep that great and fast TS,
or I will get the flu,
and if we need, your fat red ass,
a second job will do”...
Michael Psarras
The problem was the straight line
was coming to an end
and then the road had many curves
approaching the first bend.
...The blue corolla all the time
was getting and more close
the driving skills of him who drove
were all in overdose!
And in one bend, without warning
the driver made his move
he passed at once the poor TS
and Santa lost his groove...
His beard became from white to black
and he just lost a pound
His nose became tomato red
his eyes were spinning round.
Miss Santa took her x-mas boot
and started to hit Santa!
- "I though we had a fast TS
and not a FIAT MANTA".
Santa:
- "I'm sorry wife, you are so right
and I am angry too.
The other guy is way too good
there's nothing I can do.
It is because his great car
is more stable at curves
and also take for a fact
from steel are built his nerves!
He seems to me that he might be
a driver in a leage
Top Gear are probably using him
and call him as "THE STIG"..."
Poor Santa never even heard
about INITIAL D
and he was totally unprepared
what the result could be.
It's not about a fast car
horse power or torque
The driver must have a soul
and not be like a cork (φελλός).
From this time on Miss Santa dreamt
to sleep with Mr Stig
and Santa seemed to her like being
a dirty ugly pig.
Old Santa never raced again
unless the road was straight.
And never stopped to think about
this driver who was GREAT... !!!!
THE END !!!
Lift, lift, lift...
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