Curvaceous and sexy
Muscular, yet slender
And the mighty power
That lurks between the fenders
Mirror-like finish
Of hypnotic black
No apologies for
The innocence it lacks
Wheels and tires
Rolling or sitting still
Mesmerizing the eyes
With awe they instill
Through the hood
Rests the hood scoop Shaker
With the turn of a key
A rumbling Earth Quaker
Sit behind the steering wheel
Hold the Pistol Grip Shifter
Drop the clutch
Now you’re haulin’ the mail Mister
Shift from first to second gear
As you’re pushed into your seat
Feel that Hemi pull
Hurling you down the street
Built for speed
Born to be driven
The life of a Plymouth Hemicuda
Deserves all the respect it’s given
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2015