In sleek designs, they prowl and creep,
Tireless ferocious, their power they keep,
All night long, they’ll run with might,
With the right motivation, they’ll ignite.
Their roar is loud, their voice so clear,
Happy or sad, their emotions appear,
Responsive and obedient, they’ll heed the call,
Of a master’s hand, that knows them all.
But stubborn they’ll be, when handled with fear,
By amateurs, or learners, who don’t know them dear,
They’ll revolt and resist, with a mighty might,
And refuse to budge, without a fight.
For cars don’t just drive, on concrete or asphalt gray,
They drive on minds of men, in a never-ending way,
They fuel our passions, our dreams and desires,
And take us on journeys, that set our souls on fire.
With every rev, a story’s told,
Of freedom and adventure, of young and old,
Their engines purr, like a contented sigh,
As they devour the distance, with a hungry eye.
Oh, beasts of steel and fire, how you captivate,
With your beauty and power, you participate,
In the dance of life, with a rhythm so fine,
And leave us breathless, with a love so divine.
So let us cherish, these creatures of might,
And handle them with care, through the dark of night,
For they are our companions, our friends and our guides,
And together we’ll ride, with a love that won’t subside.
