M
Martin
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So, I posted earlier about my beloved HGT biting the dust due to the head gasket
Now my missus is a sentimental old girl and has written a poem about the sad occasion.
Yes, she calls our HGT Mario!
Ode to Mario
Mario, Mario, I miss you so
Oh how I wish you didn't have to go
Your body so sleek with curvy lines
You made my pulse race every time
I spun you round you never complained
Oh how I wish I could do it again
Faster, faster I made you go
Boiling hot weather, even snow
We raced, we had fun, play chicken a lot
The slip road Audi will never be forgot
But time is a killer I knew it would come
The day when we parted, the cease of the hum
And so my sexy friend I say for now
The warmest, biggest heartfelt ciao!
I just thought I'd share this with you. Scuse the gushy sentiment
Now my missus is a sentimental old girl and has written a poem about the sad occasion.
Yes, she calls our HGT Mario!
Ode to Mario
Mario, Mario, I miss you so
Oh how I wish you didn't have to go
Your body so sleek with curvy lines
You made my pulse race every time
I spun you round you never complained
Oh how I wish I could do it again
Faster, faster I made you go
Boiling hot weather, even snow
We raced, we had fun, play chicken a lot
The slip road Audi will never be forgot
But time is a killer I knew it would come
The day when we parted, the cease of the hum
And so my sexy friend I say for now
The warmest, biggest heartfelt ciao!
I just thought I'd share this with you. Scuse the gushy sentiment