Floods Swallowed My Beamer

I loved it very dear A unique find it was I drove it very far Without any fear Driving was pleasure Travelling in, a pride Its presence a delight That many saw in awe It was a fairy in white Darting across milestones Skimmed on Highways Carrying family to places Safely, surely and quickly It sped with grace and gleam It made many turn heads To see it in motion, a poetry It was a beauty to behold To possess, though, it was dear! Yet I saw it drown, in my house When floods came by; untold I had to part with my luv, my BMW Considered as next only to my wife Whatever lovely association ended And my Beamer suddenly disappeared.