Someone sent me this today...

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Twas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
nothing was moving, not even a Jeep.
All was still with nothing in sight,
then what to my wandering eyes did I see,
but a Mustang SVT alone at a light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show ‘em the way.
I had some NOS on my tiny motor,
I would beat that Stang with its Eaton supercharger.
I pulled alongside and revved up with a fart,
Pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off like a jolt,
While the SVT filled the night sky with smoke.
I called to my Evo four pistons,
on basher, on crasher, on smasher, and the one knocking,
onward faster let’s finish the slaughtering.
The engine did rev, I was ready for action,
but just at that moment the Mustang caught traction.
With a grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye,
like a shot from a cannon, that SVT went by.
He blew by so fast, he spun me round twice.
I knew at that moment, I was freshly fried rice.
He held up one finger as he drove into the night,
all I saw was dimming taillights.
But I heard him exclaim as he roared outta sight,
“You stupid ricer, you can’t beat Blue Oval dynamite.