Here enjoy some poetry
"So sit down my children
I've a story you see
Of good money squandered
On my r33
'Twas a warm summer evening
I laid eyes on her
It wasn't to angry
The sound of her purr
A sad '25
Lay under it's bonnet
No turbo in sight
I should not of bought it
But big plans lay in store
For the R33
To make it a monster
Powered by LS, not RB
I cut and I hacked
And I swore black and blue
And turned this poor car
Into a thing owned by few
It lives! I cried
As the LS erupted
This car has a soul
A soul I've corrupted
I fear no RB
As I roll down the highway
Stuff the conformists
I did it my way"