Matt O.

Hey fellas, I normally hang out over in the 924/944/968 forum (don't stone me) but I thought you guys would enjoy what I posted over there tonight...

Hey,

I thought you guys could appreciate this. Most people can't.

This is a poem my older brother wrote several years ago. Right now my brother has a Firebird, but that's because he needed a newer car, more reliable, and he likes the Firebird. Ultimately of course he'll have a Porsche Turbo.

NOTE: I probably don't have to say this, but if you use this poem please give my brother credit. His website is www.gordonoldejr.com.

Red Shift
by Gordon Olde (my bro)
(After William Shakespeare's Sonnet)

Our eyes first met while she hovered on stage
In red lingerie, a bright dancing flame.
Potent, yet peaceful she smoked in a rage.
I'd have asked, but her backside showed her name.
She's never been cheap and so feels no shame;
Presuming her worth for she looked the part,
I paid the grand sum and slipped Lust the blame.
Once charmed, both up and away did we dart,
Alone inside her--her inside my heart.
Sweet leathery softness slid home with me,
Now seconds after the parties we start
I've passed the Limit in just over three.
So wax her gently and pardon the slow
Who eat dust from her, my Porsche Turbo.

- Gordon Olde

My brother is a genius. He's also in Med School!