I have always had a thing for beetles, <br />conceived by Dr. Porsche way back then. <br />Don't you just love the sound, <br />the boxer huff and puff, a cough of tin? <br />Though there are downsides, I must say <br />cramped quarters, rattly springs, the heat <br />that works when one ascends a moderate rise, <br />a horn with scratchy tunes, a brake so bad <br />it is mechanical, of course, will take both feet, <br />McPherson's came to rescue, fixed the sway, <br />but wallowing is still a trait, it also hops. <br />Come to a flooded road, a creek, a swollen stream, <br />it takes you through with pride, a beetleboat. <br />I say all other cars really do smell, they stink, <br />their colours turn me off, the way they drive <br />turn corners sans aplomb and with a leftist lean. <br />My plates, one in the front and one behind, <br />say STEREO (leading edge) and TYPE (the very back) <br />condemn the velocipeds, and the magnificent machines, <br />not one comes even close, to mine, the real people's car. <br /> <br />Note: Any racial slurs are entirely intentional<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beetle-is-better/
