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POEM TO SELL A RED CORVETTE

You, too, can own red Corvette!
Eat up Porsches with no sweat.
I drive her gently, you should meet her;
Corners like a hungry cheetah!
Suspension's made for twists and turning,
Leaves the eyes and stomach churning.
Slip into her leather saddle...
Her color's deep and candy-apple...
Power goodies all around;
Nice new rubber on the ground.

She's 18, born in `86,
Almost nothin' left to fix.
Brand new mufflers flash with chrome.
Her dual exhausts make throaty moans,
For eye appeal she has no match,
Just stow the glass top in her hatch.

I promise I won't tip the cop off
When you drive by with her top off!
She's always happy, doesn't fuss,
Her MPG is 18-plus.
Accelerate with torque that's rousin'
Mileage is one-sixteen thousand.
I've changed her oil religiously
So you arrive prestigiously!

This blueblood's price tag in the Blue Book
Is four to five grand in the new book.
I'll entertain some earnest offers
That needn't empty all your coffers.
Although I hate to let her go
My phone and email are below.
You have to promise—though I'll not meddle—
Just once a year, bud, punch her pedal!
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©2004

Labels: Corvette