A gal choosing to purchase a car
Whose manufacture proceeds from afar
Should consider the nation
Avoiding frustration!
Here’s my man-splaining, brief seminar:
British cars topped performance and fashion
And old Jags still display lots of passion
But most have grown frumpy
With driveshafts too stumpy
Their drivers don’t get any action!
I won’t recommend Japanese
Cars for those who hate cars and love trees
And no one with a penis
Should be seen in a Prius
Does the world need 10 million Camrys?
Italian cars clearly have the best style
Their allure never fails to beguile
But I can’t say this gently:
“Severe Penis Envy!”
And, the service becomes quite a trial!
German autos are all about thrust
Penetration, without any trust
If they see it, they own it
So you’d better postpone it
Unless you like being gagged in a truss!
French cars have the softest of rides
Even cheaper ones do; and, besides,
Men of taste all adore
A Parisian whore
If she still flaunts rust-free undersides!
Get a truck! That’s the answer for you!
American made! Tried and true!
And you’ll get your best fuck
In the bed of that truck
From a RED-neck in WHITE socks, balls of BLUE!
😂😂 If i could get a vintage, perfectly preserved Chevy Luv, that would be my ride. But alas…I walk instead
Rust is a soul killer…
Cleverly penned, Reggie. An incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
My ride is the most unreliable vehicle on Consumer’s Digest multiple years running – A Jeep.
I’ll get another one.
I like your poem, though. I never thought about how much a guy’s car is a reflection of his penis. Thanks for that.