Last Tango
12-23-2006, 04:43 PM
(With sincere apologies to Clement C. Moore)
T’was the night…
T’was the night before Christmas
And all down the dock
There were stereo’s blasting
Things were starting to Rock!
The Fountains and Baja’s
And other boat toys
Were revving their engines
To make lots of noise
But I, and my Donzi
Were home, tucked in bed
With Visions of Six Drives
And aluminum heads
My boat on its trailer
Sat looking forlorn
I’d run it quite hard
All this season, and more
It needed new bearings
It needed a dash
But it stayed on the trailer
With me short on cash
When out on the lawn
There arose such a racket
Like a badly worn diesel
From an old Island Packet
I sprang from my bed
And tripped over the dog
Grabbed hold of the curtains
And peered into the fog
And what to my wondering
eyes did appear
But old Don, himself
With a 6-pack of beer
He said, “Let’s get started!
Your boat needs repair.”
But I stood there frozen
My eyes in a stare
He walked toward my Donzi
And then my work bench
Opened my toolbox
And pulled out a wrench
And then through the fog
Came down from the sky
A box stamped with “Mercury”
“525 EFI”
Attached was a Six Drive
And a new set of headers
Beside it were Bennetts
And Livorsi II gauges
He worked in a flurry
Installed all the parts
Lined up the outdrive
Put the old stuff in carts
Then out in the driveway
He hooked up the hose
Fired up the engine
And turned up the Bose
Then as quickly as he
Had arrived from thin air
He dragged off the cart
With the stuff to repair
In the fog, I heard footsteps
That sounded like deer
And then heard the crack
Of an opening can of beer
The old racer shouted
From the top of the roof
“Now take your Damn Donzi
And show them who’s who!”
He turned to his coursers
And gave them a call,
“Now dash away, dash away
Dash away all”
“On Classic, on Shelby
On Scorpion and Daytona
On ZR and ZX
Let’s get home to Sarasota”
Out in the fog
I heard a great sound
Of Big Blocks and Small Blocks
All Poker Run bound
And Don from his cockpit
Called down from his flight
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all, a good night!”
T’was the night…
T’was the night before Christmas
And all down the dock
There were stereo’s blasting
Things were starting to Rock!
The Fountains and Baja’s
And other boat toys
Were revving their engines
To make lots of noise
But I, and my Donzi
Were home, tucked in bed
With Visions of Six Drives
And aluminum heads
My boat on its trailer
Sat looking forlorn
I’d run it quite hard
All this season, and more
It needed new bearings
It needed a dash
But it stayed on the trailer
With me short on cash
When out on the lawn
There arose such a racket
Like a badly worn diesel
From an old Island Packet
I sprang from my bed
And tripped over the dog
Grabbed hold of the curtains
And peered into the fog
And what to my wondering
eyes did appear
But old Don, himself
With a 6-pack of beer
He said, “Let’s get started!
Your boat needs repair.”
But I stood there frozen
My eyes in a stare
He walked toward my Donzi
And then my work bench
Opened my toolbox
And pulled out a wrench
And then through the fog
Came down from the sky
A box stamped with “Mercury”
“525 EFI”
Attached was a Six Drive
And a new set of headers
Beside it were Bennetts
And Livorsi II gauges
He worked in a flurry
Installed all the parts
Lined up the outdrive
Put the old stuff in carts
Then out in the driveway
He hooked up the hose
Fired up the engine
And turned up the Bose
Then as quickly as he
Had arrived from thin air
He dragged off the cart
With the stuff to repair
In the fog, I heard footsteps
That sounded like deer
And then heard the crack
Of an opening can of beer
The old racer shouted
From the top of the roof
“Now take your Damn Donzi
And show them who’s who!”
He turned to his coursers
And gave them a call,
“Now dash away, dash away
Dash away all”
“On Classic, on Shelby
On Scorpion and Daytona
On ZR and ZX
Let’s get home to Sarasota”
Out in the fog
I heard a great sound
Of Big Blocks and Small Blocks
All Poker Run bound
And Don from his cockpit
Called down from his flight
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all, a good night!”