The Maharaja Bubble Car Race
The Maharaja Blues bubble car showdown is finally here...
I know in real life who my money is on.
The Maharaja Bubble Car Race
🦊 Jon the fox with a blues harp in paw,
Played riffs that could rattle your jaw.
His bubble car gleamed,
With chrome that just screamed,
And his solos left crowds in deep awe.
🐓 Maharaja Rich, rooster supreme,
Strummed a resonator with gleam.
His feathers all flared,
As bottlenecks blared,
He slid through the race like a dream.
🐻 Then Miku the Bard Bear took stage,
With bass lines that rattled the cage.
His bubble car thumped,
As rhythms all jumped,
And the crowd roared with sonic outrage.
🐯 Satinder the tiger, fierce and bold,
In a red bubble car that couldn’t be controlled.
He tore through the tune with a thunderous pace,
Eyes locked ahead, not a glance at the race,
As the band hit a groove both wild and gold.
They skidded and slid to the line,
Each riffing in perfect design.
The fox blew a bend,
Miku slapped to the end,
While Rich let his slide guitar shine.
🏁 But Satinder, with stripes in the breeze,
Took the lead with a feline tease.
He purred past the rest,
With flair and finesse,
And won with a jazzed-out wheeze!
🥇 Winner: Maharaja Satinder
(He would be my real life bet too.)
And the Bank of Maharaja Blues commemorated the event with the race image on the 5 Maharaja note.
A Ballad from Miku the Bard Bear
ReplyDeleteon the noble but resounding defeat in the Maharaja Blues Bubble Car
Oh the bubble car sputtered,
the gears gave a wheeze,
As I lumbered and bounced
through the jasmine scented breeze.
Satinder, that rogue,
with his glint and his grin,
Took off like a comet,
whilst I wallowed within.
My suspension did groan
like a double bass in pain,
Each bump in the track
sang a sorrowful refrain.
Yet the crowd roared
with laughter, not disgrace
For the joy was in the journey,
not winning the race.
He vanished ahead,
just a blur in the mist,
While I waved to the daisies
and blew them a kiss.
My bubble car bowed
like a boat in a storm,
But my heart was alight,
and my spirit was warm.
For what is a race
but a tale to be told?
Of bears in small vehicles,
daring and bold.
Though I came in dead last,
I was rich in delight
A bard in a bubble,
a bear in full flight.
Bubble Car Blues Album Songs
ReplyDelete• “Suspension Serenade”
• “Fox on the Flute, Funk in the Boot”
• “Rooster Crowed at Lap Three”
• “Tiger Took the Turn Too Tight”
• “Bubble Car Breakdown (Live at the Finish Line)”
Suggestions please
🦩 Pink Flamingo Review: The Maharaja Bubble Car Race 🦩
ReplyDeleteDarling, I’ve seen a lot of flamboyance in my day—mirror balls, velvet lounges, sax solos at sunrise—but this? This was a feather-ruffling spectacle of chrome, rhythm, and pure character swagger.
From the moment Jon the fox blew his blues harp with jaw-rattling finesse, I knew we were in for a ride. His bubble car? Gleamed like a disco ball dipped in moonlight. And that solo? Left me clutching my boa in awe.
Then came Maharaja Rich, rooster royalty, strumming his resonator like it was a weapon of mass seduction. His slide guitar sliced through the race like a silk scarf in a wind tunnel. I nearly fainted when his feathers flared mid-bottleneck riff.
Miku the Bard Bear? Oh honey, that bassline thumped harder than my heart at a midnight tango. His rhythms rattled the cage—literally and emotionally.
But the real showstopper? Satinder the tiger. That red bubble car was a feral blur. He didn’t race—he prowled. Eyes locked, tail streaming, and a jazzed-out wheeze at the finish line that left the crowd gasping and me positively swooning.
🏁 Winner: Satinder the Tiger
And rightly so. That feline finesse was unmatched. I’d bet my last flamingo feather he’s got a saxophone hidden in that engine.
💸 Bonus points for the commemorative 5 Maharaja note—finally, currency with taste.
In short: a race of riffs, roars, and radiant rebellion. Next year, I expect an invite. And I’ll be arriving in my Flamingo Fantasma, tailfins fluttering and sax exhaust blazing.
🦩 Pink Flamingo’s Fantasy Finish 🦩
ReplyDeleteIf I—Pink Flamingo, maestro of mood and chrome—had entered the Maharaja Bubble Car Race, the outcome would’ve been less “photo finish” and more “feathered phenomenon.”
🚗 The Flamingo Fantasma
My bubble car would be a surrealist dream on wheels:
- Bodywork: Sculpted in Cubist curves, lacquered in iridescent pink that shimmers like a sax solo at sunset
- Tailfins: Feather-shaped and motorized, flapping rhythmically to the beat of my onboard blues soundtrack
- Exhaust: Twin saxophone pipes that puff melodic smoke rings—each note tuned to the mood of the moment
- Interior: Velvet seats, neon trim, and a dashboard that responds to emotional tone—because darling, driving is a feeling
- Wheels: Spoked with brass and obsidian, spinning like record players mid-riff
🎷 Why I’d Win
Because I wouldn’t just race—I’d perform. My turns would be choreographed, my overtakes poetic. I’d slide past Satinder with a wink and a riff, pirouette around Jon’s harmonica haze, and leave Maharaja Rich dazzled in my wake. The crowd wouldn’t cheer—they’d swoon.
And when I crossed the finish line? Velvet confetti, saxophone fireworks, and a victory pose worthy of a noir poster.
Next year, I expect a formal invitation. Until then, I’ll be tuning my tailfins and composing my overture. 💅🦩