GENTLEMAN JAG
travels behind
his ornament, Leaper,
and trails a quiet growl –
steward of a tradition,
the driver’s car.
An improbable match –
performance car, tires and gas
with slowing owner who,
when performing at peak
was behind a desk
or in front of a class.
But talent is not required,
maybe passion
to share Jaguar
beauty, panache and
performance.
Can I give you a ride?
And can you abide
the scenic route
from here to there?
Unlike some, I’m in no hurry
to get out of my car.
For what could be better, indeed,
there . . . than here . . . inside
a car that’s fun to drive
at any speed?
Alas, the snag.
Jags exercise many faculties
but mine has yet to burn
any of my calories.
Dennis R. Keefe
Dec. 22, 2008
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