Bmw Poem

BMW

I come from a land over the sea

I come from Munich;

It's 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 I'm 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 doesn't have to worry about any kind of defeat

I am flying threw the corners, pinning him to his seat.

I'm 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 doesn't impress me much,

For I know his car was built in the distant past.

I don't think he realizes that Slipping, sliding and slamming the pavement

Isn't a once a while thing, it's 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 guarantee's 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