An Ode To The E-Type Jag Event.
By Gee-Deeman.


What a Jag race I had last night,
It really was a farce!
First of all I had forgot to fuel,
What a silly arse!

On Lap 28 my next pit stop,
I got a fuppin’ shock!
The options on the menu board,
Were all feckin’ locked!

A ‘Stop/Go penalty I must have had,
But no warning that I had got one,
So I just sat there for this Stop n’ Go,
Then foot down I was gone!

Alas I still needed some fuel,
So back in the pits next lap,
I filled the tank and got some tyres,
While taking a little nap.

Then out again into the race,
But I was at the back,
Oops I was a naughty lad,
I had cut the track.

Another Stop n’ Go I got,
Bugga, fupp, feckin’ sh*te,
Could this race get any worse?
What a silly night!

But I still enjoyed myself,
Though my problems many to tell,
I was driving my little heart out,
I really drove quite well.

I steered around the hairpin …OUCH!
Is it night or day?
Semmel in his light blue Jag,
Was going the wrong WAY!

Suspension broke, was this a joke,
Am I on a candid camera show?
I pressed escape I’d had enough,
…it was time to go!

The END, he he