A poem about my GS430
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A poem about my GS430
We had to write poems for my English class, so I wrote a sonnet on my GS430 because I couldn't really think of anything else. It actually turned out pretty well, so I will share it with you guys. It's loosely modeled after Shakespeare's Sonnet 130, in case you wanted to know
Her headlights sparkle like gemstones in the sun,
Penetrating the night with a brilliant blue ferocity.
If a lion’s roar be fierce, then how does it pale to the sweet rage of her exhaust?
If she be but a machine, then how do those eight pistons imbue in her such a soul?
I have seen many Civics riced, striped in red and white;
But in silver she sparkles, graceful and exquisite.
The 300 horsepower beckon to me, like a siren’s song,
To prod the gas pedal ever farther, to unleash her hidden fury.
Ensconced in her black leather, the tribulations of the world are but trifles to me;
She staves off the tides of worldly stress with her mere presence.
Wrapped in her smooth, flowing sheetmetal, she distinguishes herself from the ocean of beige,
Her aggressive visage intimidates drivers of inferior machines.
Through the years, she has become one with my entire psyche;
Never, even when she is long gone, will that ever change.
Her headlights sparkle like gemstones in the sun,
Penetrating the night with a brilliant blue ferocity.
If a lion’s roar be fierce, then how does it pale to the sweet rage of her exhaust?
If she be but a machine, then how do those eight pistons imbue in her such a soul?
I have seen many Civics riced, striped in red and white;
But in silver she sparkles, graceful and exquisite.
The 300 horsepower beckon to me, like a siren’s song,
To prod the gas pedal ever farther, to unleash her hidden fury.
Ensconced in her black leather, the tribulations of the world are but trifles to me;
She staves off the tides of worldly stress with her mere presence.
Wrapped in her smooth, flowing sheetmetal, she distinguishes herself from the ocean of beige,
Her aggressive visage intimidates drivers of inferior machines.
Through the years, she has become one with my entire psyche;
Never, even when she is long gone, will that ever change.
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As a professional (I mean hack) speech writer, I salute you sir.
"If a lion’s roar be fierce, then how does it pale to the sweet rage of her exhaust?"
That is genius, and if it's not basically plagiarized, then somewhere, LJK Setright is smiling.
http://thenewcaferacersociety.blogsp...-1980-cbx.html
"If a lion’s roar be fierce, then how does it pale to the sweet rage of her exhaust?"
That is genius, and if it's not basically plagiarized, then somewhere, LJK Setright is smiling.
http://thenewcaferacersociety.blogsp...-1980-cbx.html
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Haha wow I just came back to this thread after not having seen it since my last post. The kind words are appreciated.
Also, GS430s aren't really all that out of place here. There are kids at my school tooling around in Merc C63s and new Mustang 5.0s.
I'm pretty sure I didn't plagiarize anything, intentionally at least.
Also, GS430s aren't really all that out of place here. There are kids at my school tooling around in Merc C63s and new Mustang 5.0s.
I'm pretty sure I didn't plagiarize anything, intentionally at least.
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