Essay About Straight Up And Owner Brags

Bmw Poem
Essay title: Bmw Poem
I come from a land over the sea
I come from Munich;
Its the place to be.
I like to go fast,
Just tell me when, and I will step on the gas
My heart beats with 215 horses and was built by hand
The trick to the trade is my dual vanos and cams
On an open road you will hear my exhaust sing
But Im more famous for owning all of Nurburging
My owner brags because my similarities to a jet.
Although I hate my big brother, the Z06 Corvette.
My owner doesnt have to worry about any kind of defeat
I am flying threw the corners, pinning him to his seat.
Im cruising down the road, then out of the corner of my eye
I see a car flying on by, he is going really fast
This doesnt impress me much,
For I know his car was built in the distant past.
I dont think he realizes that Slipping, sliding and slamming the pavement
Isnt a once a while thing, its a regular engagement.
The car is dark red, with stickers all over
This straight up tells me his car accelerates like on old rangerover.
For I will pass on that race
For I know a Honda sets a really slow pace
Although he insists, and guarantees a win,
I start to pray, for I know he just committed a sin.
We line up at the light; I turn on my V1 radar detector
No cops or citizens in sight.
His taillights are smoked, and only has one JDM part