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				An ode to the envious !,
			 
			 
			
		
		
		
			Hi all, 
Not sure about the US but in the UK there is an element of people that think that the Boxster is a "hairdressers" car. It is for those pillocks that I have written the following poem. I do not profess to be a literary genius but I do profess to be a Boxster owner with a clear message and a few beers inside me. See what you think! 
 
 
"In the United  kingdom, the boxster have a curse 
It's been referred to as a poor mans car, and easy on the purse 
But Since I've been an owner, I quickly come to learn 
It great to be a  Porsche owner,  no matter what you earn 
 
Those who criticise the box, and say that we are frauds 
Are the same folks that envy us, as you step into your fords 
I've quickly come to realise,  that those who mock us are 
The type of blokes who look at us, and would love to own our car 
 
As I slip my 2.7, into third along the street 
You stare at me through envious eyes, as I leave you dead as meat 
I do hope that my simple words,  are  clear for all to hear 
my rear view mirror sees you all,  as you quickly disappear  
 
I may not have a million pounds, all saved up in the bank 
But I do know  that I drive a car, with a tiger in its tank 
So to all of you that try to say,  that boxsters are a joke 
I suggest that you really are, just green and envious folk 
 
In summary I suppose I'd like, to simply hope and pray 
That if you don't like boxsters,  your entitled to your say 
We all know that you have a choice, whatever car you choose 
The fact that you can't join us, means that  we win and you loose" 
 
All the best guys 
Bob
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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