986 Poetry
 

"Flowers anew the returning seasons bring ... without yellow there can be no Spring" .

Johnny "Wadsworth" Danger

A haiku about my boxster:


Car drives fine,
Must Upgrade vehicle,
Empty Wallet.

My haiku contribution...

Silver car approaches
Sirens are heard from afar
Tickets can be costly

There once was a man from Nantucket
But he wasn't "that" man from Nantucket
So he bought a 991

Dear God! Has it come to this???? " Bored, are we?" Yoda

AKL "Me thinks, therefore, me am":cool:

I'm surprised to hear such negativity from the Bardolator of New Paltz himself !

My Haiku.

Porsche engine revs
All heads turn to stare in aw
New dream car for all

Ghostrider...... I think I just p*ssed myself! Hilarious!

JD These should sell like hotcakes at the church breakfast in Boston, sure would explain all the rubbin' is racin' that goes on in that city.


Bottom Line - Helen Keller sunglasses create a stir

Hmm... they'll go well with my line of Telly Savalas hair products .

The guarantee includes the "never see scratches" lens technology

Now don't go getting your leather panties all in a wad there Monsour. Gerous, for what it is worth!!! You seem to have an inordinate amount of time on your hands these days. Maybe we could press you into service de ambering halogen headlights???

PS our trip to F40 is off for the first Sat. in May. Seems like they have dropped the Open House annual deal. Just cars & coffee from 7:30am till around 10am I believe.


AKL

One more while my prose is still flowing .

Roses are red ... violets are blue ... if your boxster isn't yellow ... shame on you .

I will be in NP sometime in May or June for a visit.

I lol'ed. Have to make this 10 characters to post too??

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
and so did my IMS

Boy on my winshield. A Narrative.

I sat in my cockpit
And there he was
Clinging to my wipers
Just because...
Twas a ride he wanted
In my 986
Hang on young cherub
Cuz your pants you'll sh**ts
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Hark, hark arise my sweet boxster ... for it is I Danger who calls ...

Wow, the creative juices are really starting to flow now !

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.