Maharaja Blues

I say, Pray do you know  The Pink Flamingo  needs to know Where and how I get to our next show This morning alas and it is sad My Mini said ‘No!’ It just wasn’t going to go I felt mad, ‘cos this was all rather bad With trepidation I asked why Wondering if twas time to say bye ‘I ain’t no ordinary barge I do need a proper charge My list of ailments is rather large’ I called upon Jon, wise and shy He pawed the bonnet with foxlike grace Sniffed the tyre, then left no trace Satinder roared, “It’s sabotage!” A plot most foul, a battery mirage The Mini slumped, no will to try I rummaged through my glovebox stash Old receipts and a melted mint A map to gigs long since extinct A feather from the Flamingo’s plume A note that read “Charge me soon!” But fate had played its final bash And left me stranded in a flash So I summoned Maharaja Rich With cosmic shoes and bubble car He said, “Fear not, we’ll raise the bar!” He danced a jig, then sang a spell The Mini blinked, but was all well?...

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, ...