This is a sonnet, about my dear car
Ten thousand miles, seemed not very far
Taking me to and fro, nary a peep
Except whilst she was sick, then did I weep
Smashed the pedal, and before you can think
Zero to sixty, quicker than you blink
Speedy and smooth, draws stares from all others
Not like the cars, from days of their mothers
S'posed to drive itself, when we did not know
O'er the air it came, did seven point oh
Broke rating scales, and won car of the year
Prolly made Elon, shed quite a few tears
This is the end, of my 14-line poem
To many more miles, I do hope to roam
Ten thousand miles, seemed not very far
Taking me to and fro, nary a peep
Except whilst she was sick, then did I weep
Smashed the pedal, and before you can think
Zero to sixty, quicker than you blink
Speedy and smooth, draws stares from all others
Not like the cars, from days of their mothers
S'posed to drive itself, when we did not know
O'er the air it came, did seven point oh
Broke rating scales, and won car of the year
Prolly made Elon, shed quite a few tears
This is the end, of my 14-line poem
To many more miles, I do hope to roam
