986 Poetry

[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.

[Johnny Danger]

Originally Posted by 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.

Wow, Longfellow has nothing on you Jagermeister !!!!!!!!

[Jager]

Those hours, that with Boxster work did frame,
Will play the competitors to the very same:
The careful gaze where every eye doth dwell,
And that unfair gloss which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting waxing and polishing time leads on,
Sap cheque'd with dust and earth now quite gone:
To hideous bugs and tar confounds thy there,
Boxster bareness and cleanliness now everywhere:
Then, were not automotive cleanser distillation left,
Thy soap container and wax bottle were bereft:
Now liquid prisoners pent in walls of steel and glass,
Nor it nor remembrance of what its surface had amass:
But a filthy Porsche where paint and surfactants meet,
Leese but their show; a Boxster’s shine is always sweet.

[Johnny Danger]

Originally Posted by Jager

Those hours, that with Boxster work did frame,
Will play the competitors to the very same:
The careful gaze where every eye doth dwell,
And that unfair gloss which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting waxing and polishing time leads on,
Sap cheque'd with dust and earth now quite gone:
To hideous bugs and tar confounds thy there,
Boxster bareness and cleanliness now everywhere:
Then, were not automotive cleanser distillation left,
Thy soap container and wax bottle were bereft:
Now liquid prisoners pent in walls of steel and glass,
Nor it nor remembrance of what its surface had amass:
But a filthy Porsche where paint and surfactants meet,
Leese but their show; a Boxster’s shine is always sweet.

Holy purple prose ! The forum has a new Bardolater !!!!

[Jager]

Shall I race thee on a hot summer's day?
Rough winds do shake the Boxster in May:
Thou art Porsche more stable and more temperate,
And summer's heat hath track date, not separate:
Sometime too hot, the nine eight six shines,
And every fair radiator sometime declines:
And often is the Porsche emblem gold complexion dimm'd,
By the wind of Ferrari’s changing course, red paint untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer competitions shall not fade,
Nor shall others brag thou wander'st to backyard shade:
Nor lose possession of that M96 motor thou owest,
When in eternal lines to time horse power growest:
So long as men can drive or race fans eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives winning trophies to thee.

[Johnny Danger]

Originally Posted by Jager

Shall I race thee on a hot summer's day?
Rough winds do shake the Boxster in May:
Thou art Porsche more stable and more temperate,
And summer's heat hath track date, not separate:
Sometime too hot, the nine eight six shines,
And every fair radiator sometime declines:
And often is the Porsche emblem gold complexion dimm'd,
By the wind of Ferrari’s changing course, red paint untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer competitions shall not fade,
Nor shall others brag thou wander'st to backyard shade:
Nor lose possession of that M96 motor thou owest,
When in eternal lines to time horse power growest:
So long as men can drive or race fans eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives winning trophies to thee.

We are in the presence of greatness . Behold Lord Jager !

[Jager]

Some roses are red,

And some violets are blue:

Jäger got new plates today,

See these you’ll know who.

[Coffinhunter]

There is a place where my sidewalk ends
And before my 986 journey begins,
And there the engine purrs soft and light
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the top is down preparing for flight
Too cool in the Florida wind.

Let us leave this place where winters are white
and the Boxters hibernate till seasons end
Past the pits where the asphalt is covered in snow
J.D shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where year round Bosters get up and go
To the place where my sidewalk ends.

Yes J.D. will walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And Jager will go where year round Boxsters flow
For the Porsche's, they mark, and the Porsche's, they know
The place where my sidewalk ends.

[EssexPorsche]

There were some men from Stuttgart,
For whom designing a car was an art,
A water pumping flat six,
260 gee gee's in the mix,
Set this fine roadster apart!

[Jager]

Originally Posted by Coffinhunter

There is a place where my sidewalk ends
And before my 986 journey begins,
And there the engine purrs soft and light
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the top is down preparing for flight
Too cool in the Florida wind.

Let us leave this place where winters are white
and the Boxters hibernate till seasons end
Past the pits where the asphalt is covered in snow
J.D shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where year round Bosters get up and go
To the place where my sidewalk ends.

Yes J.D. will walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And Jager will go where year round Boxsters flow
For the Porsche's, they mark, and the Porsche's, they know
The place where my sidewalk ends.

Bravo! Encore...Encore!

[Johnny Danger]

Originally Posted by Coffinhunter

There is a place where my sidewalk ends
And before my 986 journey begins,
And there the engine purrs soft and light
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the top is down preparing for flight
Too cool in the Florida wind.

Let us leave this place where winters are white
and the Boxters hibernate till seasons end
Past the pits where the asphalt is covered in snow
J.D shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where year round Bosters get up and go
To the place where my sidewalk ends.

Yes J.D. will walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And Jager will go where year round Boxsters flow
For the Porsche's, they mark, and the Porsche's, they know
The place where my sidewalk ends.

We've been immortalized !!

[Johnny Danger]

My 986 runneth over !

[manolo]

Originally Posted by Johnny Danger

My 986 runneth over !

Isn't there a cream or salve for that?

[Johnny Danger]

Originally Posted by manolo

Isn't there a cream or salve for that?

An ointment in fact.