Green spyder

Folder: 
book 15

Rag top down

     and stowed away

so smooth clean lines

     did gently flow

 

four wheels suspension

     independent all

front disc brakes

     speed down to haul

 

four speed manual

     grabbing clutch light

six thousand to shift

     screaming bright

 

A M radio

     in dash stuck

a hacked job

     but no one cared

 

chrome gas cap

     on the rear deck

rounded corners three

     to fill tank small

 

balanced so right

     with skid pad high

screaming through corners

     without slowing down

 

wind did bubble

     and tangle flowing hair

sunlight burning down

     on golden brown skin

 

girls did wonder

     and parents did fear

of what adventures

     the driver did dream

 

 

bright days of summer

     down roads twisting tight

with screaming engine

     shifting quick and tight

 

highways long did call

     to come fly along

seeking after nothing

     but another summer day

 

 

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Is a poem to make a Detroiter smile.