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.
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