Originally Posted by tammerz

okay this one took a while and i feel like it starts out great but the ending sux, if you can think of something to fix it let me know

The Battle

From the hills of Donington, so windy
To the new battleground at Indy
From the track st home in Mugello,
Where the spectators all wear yellow.
To Catalunya in Spain
Where Pedrosa caused pain.
To the circuit at Losail,
The excitement was wholesale.
From Portugal, we recieved a thrill
In Brno they will go faster still.
When the race went to Assen
our seatbelts we did fasten.
In the city of Shanghai,
We had a star in our eye.
By the seat of their pants
They battled in France.
When they took to the track at Sari
The ducati made an attempt to bury
But the men in the leathers, they didnt slip
And they met again, at the Island of Phillip.
In September they rode in Misuno
The sounds lovelier than a piano.
In Japan, the met at the Twin Ring
And in Malaysia we watched and our hearts did sing.
Laguna Seca tested their worth
And we knew they were the best on earth.
When the battle was done
And we knew who'd won
When the lights had gone dim
our thoughts remained with him.
He and we live for the battle
and await his return to the saddle
for however it is, to lose well or win glossy
We will always follow our, the man who is Rossi.


and i'm spent

Originally Posted by tammerz

you cant choose your family, thats what they say
but i have found that you cant always trust in the "they"
a family is something you are born into of course
and it cant be changed by wishing or force
but the meaning of family can be different for me
it doesnt have to begin with a tree
one day i was searching for somewhere to be
where the people had interests similar to me
i searched my heart for a direction to head
and i thought of Vale, a most interesting thread
i pondered and searched for a promising place
where i could learn and discuss the man and the race
i happened upon an unlikely site
where people were posting and sharing the right
from all over the world, they moved in harmony
i knew right away this place was meant for me
i've met all kinds of friends
from the worlds every end
sure there are differences in opinions, a few
but they are discussed and resolved too
like any family there are some we cant stand
but we are always there with a helping hand
there are those we adore
and those we abhor
but in all our heads
there is the collective thread
that keep us as one,
and filled with the fun
the man we all like
the man on the bike
who keeps us in check and keeps us in line
who entertains us time after time
but we are here for the company
and for the comraderie
for the knowledge and scope
for the love and the hope
and we hope to never lose
this family that we choose.

Originally Posted by tassiedevil

LOL

Wow Maree & I scored a few spots on yellow life


Great work Daz !

Originally Posted by tammerz

okay this one took a while and i feel like it starts out great but the ending sux, if you can think of something to fix it let me know

The Battle

From the hills of Donington, so windy
To the new battleground at Indy
From the track st home in Mugello,
Where the spectators all wear yellow.
To Catalunya in Spain
Where Pedrosa caused pain.
To the circuit at Losail,
The excitement was wholesale.
From Portugal, we recieved a thrill
In Brno they will go faster still.
When the race went to Assen
our seatbelts we did fasten.
In the city of Shanghai,
We had a star in our eye.
By the seat of their pants
They battled in France.
When they took to the track at Sari
The ducati made an attempt to bury
But the men in the leathers, they didnt slip
And they met again, at the Island of Phillip.
In September they rode in Misuno
The sounds lovelier than a piano.
In Japan, the met at the Twin Ring
And in Malaysia we watched and our hearts did sing.
Laguna Seca tested their worth
And we knew they were the best on earth.
When the battle was done
And we knew who'd won
When the lights had gone dim
our thoughts remained with him.
He and we live for the battle
and await his return to the saddle
for however it is, to lose well or win glossy
We will always follow our hero, the man who is Rossi.


and i'm spent