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.







Comments

  1. Maharaja Miku the Bad Bear Bard23 August 2025 at 07:59

    A Ballad from Miku the Bard Bear
    on 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.

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  2. Maharaja Miku the Bad Bear Bard23 August 2025 at 10:04

    Bubble Car Blues Album Songs

    • “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

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  3. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo5 September 2025 at 07:56

    🦩 Pink Flamingo Review: The Maharaja Bubble Car Race 🦩
    Darling, 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.

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  4. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo5 September 2025 at 07:58

    🦩 Pink Flamingo’s Fantasy Finish 🦩
    If 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. 💅🦩

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