Torque About Wheels

I love the rims on the wheels of my car, Each rim that’s made out of steel, And I love the spokes tightly holding these rims, I love how they each make me feel. Hundreds of tangential shiny small spokes, Crisscross from the hub to the rim, All of them a dark, metallic bright blue, Makes the car all slick, sleek and slim. Together they make her big, bright, distinguished, An air of grace, style, and poise, And when I drive her, I become all gentry, No longer just one of the boys. And then there’s the torque, her true pulling power, Owned by each wheel dressed in blue, Simply measured by the number of men that gappingly gawk, And say that they all love her too.