The Greatest Love
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Ian R Thorpe
Sunday, November 30, 2003
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'Bout time I brought this one to the top for a spell. This page gets many hits from guys - and none of them read the poem. OK fellas,its a 1974 Triumph TR6, straight six, 2.4 litre engine, twin cam, 5 speed close ratio gearbox. And at 30 years old it easily tops 120mph.
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A Woman may love many things,
Her bloke, hairdresser or mum,
Her Friends, cat, sister
Her daughter or her son
But only a man can ever know
The greatest love by far
A woman can love nothing
The way he loves his car.
He'll caress it and he'll cherish it,
park out of rain and sun.
He'll polish all its paintwork
Then he'll rub it up again
He'll call it GTI or VTEC
Or SE-X among his cronies
But nobody will ever know
What name his very own is.
He will never ever confess
For fear of derision and ridicule
That he talks to it while cruising,
He would look like such a fool.
He'll say "Faster now my beauty,
That's doing it for me, you beast"
He'll behave like a berserker
At an adrenalin feast.
He would never drive an automatic
No - one could understand
The buzz he gets driving his car
With its knob in his left hand.
Copyright © 2001, Ian Thorpe;
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
3/25/2005 |
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| Vehicular masturbation. WOW! You're revealing secrets here. But I suspected as much based on car commercials, however this poem was far more entertaining. When my old mentor's wife told him he could get the read Miata he'd lusted after for years for his 55th birthday, and he did, it crossed my mind that perhaps she was really saying, "Darling, I want less sex. Get yourself a hot little red number to play with." :-D ~~Nordette |
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| Reviewed by Janet Caldwell (author) |
12/11/2003 |
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Ahhh and I thought that I was your greatest love. lol This is too cool.
Jan xoxoxoxo |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
12/2/2003 |
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| Unusual for a man to admit this, great poem, a joy to read. |
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| Reviewed by The Bear Paw |
11/30/2003 |
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Take me for a ride in your car, car.... it's a song that I thought fit this wonderful piece you have written. Remember, women like that buzz when the knob is in their hands, too..... smiles..... super write...
In Spirit,
Bear |
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
11/30/2003 |
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lmao
this is soooooooooo true!!! |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
11/30/2003 |
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Ya Yayaa!! Know the feeling...because I am the "transport"...on two wheels!!
But get driven in low-range first gear and never get polished lately...lol!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader) |
11/30/2003 |
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| Hi Ian....you are wrong....see....women are responding to you.....hmmm....not saying what they'll say...LOL.....Oh you men and your cars......but I guess it could be something worse than a car taking our place....loved the write....love the car.....floria |
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| Reviewed by Antoinette Kopperfield |
11/30/2003 |
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Cute and so true. The picture helps to explain 'The Cat'.
A great and amusing write to make us laugh.
Antoinette |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
11/30/2003 |
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| I know what you mean, Ian! And I'm not telling you my wonderful adorable lovable vehicle's name either; that's private. |
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| Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie |
11/30/2003 |
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Ha ha..I loved this, excellent!
Reindeer |
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