"ODE TO MY SUPRA"

As i wake up early with the sun,
The need to boost gets me up on the run.
No other object can make me smile,
As my car does when i drive that mile.
The clock says 9 and im late for class,
But its ok cause my car hauls ass.
I step out to the sun and my eyes painfully adjust,
the sudden shock of light brings routine and fuss.
All the while my eyes burn from the light,
And with a glance to the left its a perfect sight.
My Supra sits covered with a mist of dew,
The reflection of the windshield shows the sky of blue.
Its the face i love and see day after day,
The one that says to me "Lets go and play!"
With the touch of a buttom and the turn of a key,
Im sitting in the happiest place i can be.
As i turn on the car to let her warm up,
I hear that squeeky hatch that just wont shut up!
I pay no mind and crank up the tunes,
And drive like its a warm sunny day in the middle of June.
The clock says im late and its time to move,
Apply the boost and im in the groove.
With the engine roaring and the turbo in spool,
I know for a fact i wont be late for school!
As i taxi in to the parking lot,
I look for the best and safest spot.
I pull it in and pull out the keys,
And as usual with the Turbo Timer she will not sieze.
I lock her up nice and tight,
Making 100% sure she will be alright.
While in class the subjects are boring,
But with my car on my folder i keep from snoring.
Class has ended and im up and out,
I know my car is still there wihtout a doubt.
As i walk on my toes viewing above the rest,
I see the "SoCalSupras" windshield logo along the crest.
I head twaords it with haste and excite,
And there she is finally....what a sight!
Exceeding the speed limit i stop at a light,
With a Civic revving wanting to fight.
The light goes green and all hell breaks loose,
As i slam on the gas the 440's shoot the juice.
I have him by one car, two cars, three cars, four,
Behind me it looks as if he wants no more.
I let off the throttle and and bring her home,
The place she rests after a lengthy roam.
The day goes by, with accelerating and stopping,
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ i hate having to do the shopping.
Night falls cold and very dark,
While the turbo rejoyces with guts and heart.
They day is over and i put her to rest,
The warm 7M again proved is the best!
To walk away is so hard to do,
A quik glance back and i see ur eyes two.
The ones that stay on hour after hour,
As the timer shuts off you sieze your turbo power.
The stance u hold is so strong and admired,
I could stare at u for days and not get tired.
Those sexy curves with that squared off body,
Geeze this poem is starting to sound naughty.
As i get in my bed after a nice long shower,
I dream the dreams of Supra 7M POWER!!!

by Nick "SupraNick" Stonawski