Mechanophilia
What is in a name? Are automobiles not all the same?
Four tires, an engine and paint, the same they surely ain’t.
Auto names spin like tires, spark our imaginations into fires.
To sell a car their names go far, to make us buy a shining star.
The Ferrari California Spyder vs. the mysterious Knight Rider.
Janice Joplin prays for a Mercedes-Benz; a car can be your best friend.
A Dodge Charger went by General Lee, best driver was Mario Andretti.
James Bond drove Aston Martin, my jalopy ain’t even startin.
Gran Turismo Omologato, we just call her a GTO.
Motorhead mud can get stuck, winch out my Ford pickup truck.
Jaguar and vintage cars, Batmobile will take you far.
Speedin’ Demon, Mustang Fastback, and Dodge Viper want a crack.
Luxury Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud, my Beetle clunker is junker loud.
Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt, this gas guzzler will give you a jolt.
Hennessey Venom GT, 270 mph is too fast for me.
Corvette Stingray, Camaro Z/28, street demons running great.
Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, wham bam, thank you mam.
Shelby Mustang GT 500 racer, a perfect speedway pacer.
Bought my mom a cherry bomb, she would cowgirl up and be gone.
I need a chick magnet with speedin’ demon lines poetic.
King of the road, hauls a beater’s load, speed racer is ready to explode.
I rest my case. I end it fast. My pen has just run out of gas.