Verumm Verumm Christina your poem is musical and such fun, Something about a
mechanic eh, the smell of the oil and man sweat can turn a woman's head er
chassis. It is the woman talking though isn't it and not the car? Lets spin
wheels is a good ending.  Not so sure if the first verse and second verse
flow maybe another verse inbetween. A very funny poem. Bw Sally J


>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub:  The Song of Chassy
>Date: Mon, 24 May 2004 07:19:18 EDT
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>                 The Song of Chassy
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>                 The mechanic took me to his garage ---
>                 I was mind blown. His methods were sharper
>                 than all the manuals'.
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>                 I'm thick but willing.  Show me your tool kit,
>                 lend me your pliers; I'll round off your bolt heads
>                 as well as any man.
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>                 Don't look at the muck on my fingers:
>                 your mates are gutted: I oiled their sump pans
>                 but forgot to oil my own.
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>                 You're so cool, so incredible. Your teeth
>                 are that fan's viscous couplings, your engine
>                 revs my cells.  Look, you're cool and fantastic:
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>                 your grip's the tyre of a Mclaren Mercedes
>                 burning the bend at Brand's Hatch.
>                 Your body's pure carbon fibre
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>                 and your finish is super sleek and smooth.
>                 Fill me up, be my pace car and I'll chase you.
>                 You're ace.  Let's spin wheels...
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>                 christina fletcher

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