Peace on Earth, Goodwill towards Men It’s late in the evening, the fire’s a’ roarin’, The wife’s got the tube on, "Oh man, it’s boring!" A movie full of spice, love,and romance, It’s enough to give a Motorhead, Ants in his pants! The commercial comes on, she leaves the chair, It seems she’ll be gone, My chance is now there! So, as fast as my fingers can click, My selection dispatches my grief in that flick! It seems I’ve been born, to pursue a great mission, How much there’s to see, on the Channel "Speedvision!" When she returns …Oh, the look on her face! Cancels all joy, at watching this race. It’s cold in the garage, my Trusty old steed, Has me wondering," Was I the one, ignoring her need?" Oh the Irony of it all, has sunk into my mind, As I move through the gear pattern, with nary a grind Shall my passion for cars, exceed that which is sane? Or I do freeze off my butt, and endure all that pain! As I put on the car cover, the glow of the Light, The trickle charger has spoken, try as I might… To find a way to say "I wasn’t being cruel" Only to find, indeed …I was a Fool!