Bmw Poem
By: Wendy • Essay • 407 Words • December 19, 2009 • 1,041 Views
Essay title: Bmw Poem
BMW
I come from a land over the sea
I come from Munich;
It's the place to be.
I like to go fast,
Just tell me when, and I will step on the gas
My heart beats with 215 horses and was built by hand
The trick to the trade is my dual vanos and cams
On an open road you will hear my exhaust sing
But I'm more famous for owning all of Nurburging
My owner brags because my similarities to a jet.
Although I hate my big brother, the Z06 Corvette.
My owner doesn't have to worry about any kind of defeat
I am flying threw the corners, pinning him to his seat.
I'm cruising down the road, then out of the corner of my eye
I see a car flying on by, he is going really fast
This doesn't impress me much,
For I know his car was built in the distant past.
I don't think he realizes that Slipping, sliding and slamming the pavement
Isn't a once a while thing, it's a regular engagement.
The car is dark red, with stickers all over
This straight up tells me his car accelerates like on old rangerover.
For I will pass on that race
For I know a Honda sets a really slow pace
Although he insists, and guarantee's a win,
I start to pray, for I know he just committed a sin.
We line up at the light; I turn on my V1 radar detector
No cops or citizens in sight.
His taillights are smoked, and only has one JDM part