986 Poetry

[dbear61]

Originally Posted by Johnny Danger

How doth one find the words ?

Jager is a poet and knows how to show it.

Maybe he should change his handle to Jagerbard?

DBear

[Jager]

Any forum members experienced driving the freeways of LA? Then you understand what traffic can be like, on this first day of May.



How bored am I when traffic’s in my way?
To test my patience, in one lane I stay;

Every semi-truck in my mirrors appear to thrust,
Bumper-to-bumper, do motorcycles I trust?

In thy Boxster, where my joys are,
Sitting in traffic I realize it’s not just a car;

I think of delightful Nine-Eight-Six things,
A magnificent machine, that uses IMS bearings;

Most worthy of comfort, Nine-Eight-Six never gives me grief,
Should I keep the doors locked for an unsuspecting thief?

The frunk is like a hidden Pirate’s chest,
Within thy enclosure I can hide my best;

The trunk is small but provides plenty room,
Often while cleaning I neglect to vacuum;

Suddenly, a cabriolet appears to the left of me,
Two brunettes showing me their bare breasts and belly!

I think to thyself, tis it me or thy Boxster?
Or maybe¸ just maybe, these babes think I’m a Movie Star?

I have to focus, darn it, traffic starts to move,
I stare to my left knowing my wife would not approve;

Making good time thou was not, but suddenly I feel thou art,
Rolling, where Porsche pleasures come, but now loveliness part;

Traffic is moving, darn it, a lovely moment gone I fear,
Bored no more, there are beautiful breasts fading in my rear view mirror.

[Johnny Danger]

Originally Posted by Jager

Any forum members experienced driving the freeways of LA? Then you understand what traffic can be like, on this first day of May.



How bored am I when traffic’s in my way?
To test my patience, in one lane I stay;

Every semi-truck in my mirrors appear to thrust,
Bumper-to-bumper, do motorcycles I trust?

In thy Boxster, where my joys are,
Sitting in traffic I realize it’s not just a car;

I think of delightful Nine-Eight-Six things,
A magnificent machine, that uses IMS bearings;

Most worthy of comfort, Nine-Eight-Six never gives me grief,
Should I keep the doors locked for an unsuspecting thief?

The frunk is like a hidden Pirate’s chest,
Within thy enclosure I can hide my best;

The trunk is small but provides plenty room,
Often while cleaning I neglect to vacuum;

Suddenly, a cabriolet appears to the left of me,
Two brunettes showing me their bare breasts and belly!

I think to thyself, tis it me or thy Boxster?
Or maybe¸ just maybe, these babes think I’m a Movie Star?

I have to focus, darn it, traffic starts to move,
I stare to my left knowing my wife would not approve;

Making good time thou was not, but suddenly I feel thou art,
Rolling, where Porsche pleasures come, but now loveliness part;

Traffic is moving, darn it, a lovely moment gone I fear,
Bored no more, there are beautiful breasts fading in my rear view mirror.

Phew ! A man of great pentameter pulchritude indeed !