found this poem, got a good kick out of it so i thought id share it (dont take offense lol)
by Johnny Airtime
Silently they pushed the beast
And thousands came from west and east
Pushing four strokes, all by hand
Their sound unwelcome in the land
From near and far the four strokes came
To end their lives of total shame
None were bought and none were sold
From north and south the four strokes rolled
They used a crane to make a pile
The crane broke, so after a while,
Another came and broke once more
So they went back to that crane store
And got the biggest one in stock
It lifted four strokes, what a shock!
It piled them up like cow manure
And left a crater, that's for sure
When the last four stroke was placed
The crane man said, "Let's torch this waste!"
A fire was started through the pile
And guns were fired a little while
Fighter jets did strafe and bomb
While kamikazes with napalm
Went down face first into the mire
To make the perfect burning fire
Atom bombs and hydrogen
Were used by women, boys and men
To rid the earth of four stroke shame
Like Len just said, "Four strokes are lame!"
The fire burned strong for fourteen days
The only ones to cry were gays
It stunk the place up like a poot
contained within a new space suit
It stunk from Moscow to Cairo to Danville
And when the smoke cleared, there was an anvil
30 miles long and 20 miles high
"My work is done," said crane man with a sigh
"But now, may I ask, what the hell do we do
With this 30 mile pile of pot metal and goo?"
The smell of the pile had the people so ill that
A sign was erected that said "Four Stroke Hill -
We stunk up this place and the people must hate us,
But we put an end to continuous flatus!"
by Johnny Airtime
Silently they pushed the beast
And thousands came from west and east
Pushing four strokes, all by hand
Their sound unwelcome in the land
From near and far the four strokes came
To end their lives of total shame
None were bought and none were sold
From north and south the four strokes rolled
They used a crane to make a pile
The crane broke, so after a while,
Another came and broke once more
So they went back to that crane store
And got the biggest one in stock
It lifted four strokes, what a shock!
It piled them up like cow manure
And left a crater, that's for sure
When the last four stroke was placed
The crane man said, "Let's torch this waste!"
A fire was started through the pile
And guns were fired a little while
Fighter jets did strafe and bomb
While kamikazes with napalm
Went down face first into the mire
To make the perfect burning fire
Atom bombs and hydrogen
Were used by women, boys and men
To rid the earth of four stroke shame
Like Len just said, "Four strokes are lame!"
The fire burned strong for fourteen days
The only ones to cry were gays
It stunk the place up like a poot
contained within a new space suit
It stunk from Moscow to Cairo to Danville
And when the smoke cleared, there was an anvil
30 miles long and 20 miles high
"My work is done," said crane man with a sigh
"But now, may I ask, what the hell do we do
With this 30 mile pile of pot metal and goo?"
The smell of the pile had the people so ill that
A sign was erected that said "Four Stroke Hill -
We stunk up this place and the people must hate us,
But we put an end to continuous flatus!"
wow is all i can say
