[Jager]

From fairest creatures we desire speed,
That thereby Boxster beauties might never bleed,
But as the race car driver should by time decrease,
His tender IMS bearing might bear untimely decease:
But thou, contracted to Porsche’s own coat of arms,
Making high speed due to no more DME alarms,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with premium fuel,
Thyself thy foe, to thy driver self too cruel.
Thou that art world's German made ornament,
Within thine own mind buriest thy motor content,
And only herald to the gaudy suspension spring,
And, tender churl, makest waste in steering and handling.
Pity the world, or else this driver be,
To enjoy the world's due, by the garage and thee.