So this is a bit later today than usual, but here comes a short poem inspired by one of the greatest British sports cars of all time.
E-Type
Who would have thought
that so much elegance
could be encapsulated
within sheets of metal.
A long, sloping bonnet,
oval feline headlamps
and shimmering chrome
illuminate a sea-coloured car.
When such a car is flying
down the twistiest of lanes,
one can hear its namesake
thundering within its cylinders.
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