I totally do... you did an awesome job...

A teener from Spain with acts like someone of 10 year's old.
Running Michelin's that are often too cold.
The first GP's were amazing later on he was a startgrid misser.
On the podium with a chupa chup on track with tarmac or gravel in his kisser.

.... good one

A guy from the U.S of A went from Suzuki to team green wich was pretty ...
He did well on Suzuki and always laugh with his teeth prodent white.
Now with the greens back on the grid with the butt of Melandri in sight.
He broke his vertebrae wich him made walk with a cain losing up in Le Mans a sprocket and a chain.
Now he's on a roll with his hair wavey and curled only on his Kawa he's like that guy from 2007 riding in 125 for Polaris World.

A guy from Australia akward and a champ.
Riding his desmosedici like he has a colon cramp.
When someone is riding in his way on his own slow down lap he's kicking with his boot and it turns him to Ducati red.
I wondering myself is he getting tired from himself he needs to go to his bed.
If he didn't win all the other were lame or his Ducati is getting the blame.
He's a hothead and a grumpy little man riding the Ducati of all four is the only thing he can.
Being his teammate must be depressing although the Ducati needs the credits he gets the blessing.
He's messing up around the track kicking his boots like a madman when he get carried away.
He has the charism of a fake santa claus on a broken old sleigh

lol, but who are you talking about? (just kidding)

............

much good stuff I must say...
making up the Limeric is not my way...
but all of you are totally talented
and so my bad day has now been dented
to bring laughter all on a sway

horrible I know.... so i shall jus stick to plain poetry... here goes my poem inspired by Assen 2008



Behind every dark cloud there is a silver lining
After every fall one does rise
For a brief moment all seems lost
But a fighting sprit can bring a surprise

Many can win the race
Many can make a stellar finish
But to get up and go after the impossible
Brings the hope that does not diminish

So let us not give up the hope
Let us not think the fight is over
The race is still on for the prize
Never rule out the Doctor.

Thanks..this was very uplifting for me

huh!! viola!! great!! very uplifting!! i missed the race for i had my final review yesterday and i was very happy for it went fine!! but the moment i checked the results i was like dont know how to react!! but The Doc fought back strong and clocked some awesome laps i read!! it's great!! thanx again!!

Hey, this thread has been resurrected!

Just read Sportsphotography's efforts (SP in future!) - you won me over with "colon cramp", hehe.

Viola, I think the serious poetry requires a skill level I don't have... so I don't try. Bravo to you!

But made me write another limmerick!

Rossi thinks he's a dick-head,
And some will shout "well said!"
But when the chips are down
In the race for the crown
Rossi won't give in till he's dead!

Still like em better when they're dirty!

Rossi rides victorious around the track,
As The Doctor he's certainly no quack,
But as the fans pats jarred,
Rossi yelled, "F**king bastard"
As he weaved his way round the pack!

There was some discussion about Rossi's balls,
ANd touching them for luck before he falls,
But it's all about luck
Not an invitation to f**k,
SO when he does it, no cat-calls!

Ending a bit limp... had trouble rhyming with balls at the end... can you believe it? lol.

again a good one there....