A sonnet in the (not so) fast lane
His shining Ferrari sits on the drive.
Italian skills made this work of art,
a powerful machine; a nations pride.
Mille Miglia; Monza played their part
creating this pure-bred racing stallion
to grace the streets of Cannes and Sunset Strip.
A must-have toy for those with a million
to spend on telling the World you’ve made it.
Tomato red coach-work shouts, guadami!
But there’s a cloud in Marranello’s sky
beneath the engine, oil drips silently
as brazen as a Burlusconi lie.
He shouts at the furtive greasy black slick,
‘Does anything work on this heap of shit?’