I saw a line of Ferraris roar down Park Road 4,
Driving home from Inks Lake, but there were more,
They roared from a distance but purred when they passed.
The thought of an exclusive club with qualifications
Entered my mind, mind you, these expectations:
To be the original owner, the car’s age is three years or less,
And to be a woman in fine, exquisite dress.
Coming soon to my senses I did recall the
Last time I saw a fine line of Ferraris in Manila.
Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the finely engineered and created; no greater is there than the human person.
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Comments1
Should not someone introduce you to Andy Goldfinch, Gary? He's a bit of a car fanatic.
Me, I get's meself around on public transport and shanks's pony.....LOL.
If he’s the poet gold finch I believe I’ve run across his work here. Thank you for your read!
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