The Red Beast Poem by Noel Horlanda

Fall in love with her at first sight,
the color, flaming red so bright,
red as a ripen apple, the blinding light
of the summer sun.

She sat there with all her splendor,
the sexiest thing for a vendor
to own; displaying all her galore,
one could only sigh profoundly.

Opened her, went inside her sanctum but nicely,
cockpit I sat in like an egret, proud but gently,
held her like a falcon’s claw, so tightly,
she is forever my darling.

Touched her ebony leathery board softly.
ran my fingers on her smoothly,
and focused my sight slightly,
at her dials as if an eagle’s eye.

Reached for her switch, inserted the dagger,
she screamed as if a strumpet, gold digger,
the red beast kicked with anger,
roared as if a lioness in the early dawn.

I stepped on her before I ask her name,
hot as a cooked potato, she played her game,
as always she had me blame,
for her 415 hp engine, $175K worth.

Equipped with 3.6 liter,6 speed manual transmission,
in finale she gave her name and mission,
improved aerodynamics, she belongs to her class division,
911 Porsche GT3,5 star rated.

We go along hand in hand with fond,
an expensive prosti rode in silence we bond,
and together we honed,
the skills we need in the Daytona race.