Best Corvette Poems
Sugar drops and colored gumballs,
An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop!
Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames,
Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway to heaven!
A thousand charged horses on pure octane!
My deliverance, black rock cod, and pink champagne!
Her deliverance, Pacific Coast Highway, a stairway to heaven, and romance!
A storybook weekend, and my little red Corvette!
A white and pink plumeria flower, above the ear, and a few warm tears!
Matchbox, Hot Wheels, tracks and tracks, and Dad's Road and Track!
Boys and their silly toys, lost quarters, lost dimes, lost rhymes, and lost innocence!
Those magnificent men in their flying machines!
Liquid sunshine, Turtle Wax, Palmolive, and the softest hands!
Kid's glove leather, hands on leather, and zero to sixty in three or more!
Golden Gate Bridge lit at midnight, and Los Angeles rocking to soft jazz!
My little red Corvette, and my Mother's good sense!
An arching rainbow, a hidden valley, a tree house on Kauai!
From Grand Canyon, to Waimea Canyon, to tea with Diane Canyon!
Charley's Angels, Mae West, Some Like It Hot, from Twiggy to Marilyn Monroe!
Hey Joe DiMaggio, hey Mickey Mantle, hey Smoking Joe!
Pacific Coast Highway on any Sunday afternoon, and my choice of fresh fish!
From pink champagne, to Zinfindel, On Her Majesty's Secret Service!
Sean Connery at midnight, Mr. James Bond and a Russian scientist in love!
My little red Corvette, Hans Christian Anderson, and A Christmas Carol!
I want a car, an older car, a 56 Corvette
That will drive down the highway miles, speeding fast with no regret.
I want a car that's sleek and smooth and gives one helluva ride.
An old car that knows its stuff and can do a "Hollywood Slide".
I had just left the Fairgrounds Race Track with my dad, where I won $13.00 on a nag whose name I forget and Dad won nothing, which mattered not since his goal was to 'celebrate' the night with his Candy Apple Red....newly bored out 1957 Chevrolet Corvette by timing it, while crossing Lake Pontchartrain's Causeway.
If you're not familiar, it's New Orleans longest bridge over water at 23.83 miles so off we went. At 11:00 PM the only thing in sight was a couple of lone Sea Gulls. Dad held up his stop watch, hit the gas pedal and zoom, we were gone. I remember when the Vette hit the hump where the bridge opens for boats to pass, it literally left the payment and took flight. Amazingly, when the four wheels returned to the cement, they were not felt and continued on smoothly to the end of the bridge, where we finally got off.....AMEN!
Daddy was in awe as he pulled over on a side street raising the stop watch to the street lamp in order to claim his glory. "Baby," he yelled, "Look at this" as he stuck that watch in my face. The watch reflected a 227 mile per hour trip in eleven minutes flat!
'Aw Baby you saw it! You lived it! Who cares if no one believes us! We did it!"
Dad owned New Orleans Ford Service Company but he was always a Chevy man at heart. He'd pull the 283-cid V-8 engine and to him it was the most revered engine in the entire world. The small block was what he was most proud to convey to any on lookers whether interested or not. He'd rave, "it's been bored out to 1/8 inch to 3.875 in stroke remained a short 3.00 in."
That was a long FAST memory ago. One I shall never forget! Did we really go that fast? Yes, according to his stop watch.....
I remember being a little remote control. My chassis
was sound and I was beeping all the time. My handlers
were amused to drive me around. I was happy to please them.
It made me feel sound.
Then they took me to the track to teach me to race.
It seemed like I crashed all over the place.
Into this one and that with horrible splats.
Then they made us sleep on these crazy floor mats.
There were speeders who were so cool and fast
and I was easy enough to pass.
They laughed at me and I felt like a fool
but my handlers wanted me to be in school.
Then there were those who ran very slow
They ran like trucks with things to tow
And it seemed like I was getting bogged down too
with weights like dummy, drip-nose and pugh!
As I got bigger my engine grew
and I quit banging into you, you and you.
And occasionally, I'd stop to take a fight
and settle a score or show my might.
But mostly I went cruising about, flexing
my muscles, lettin' it all hang out!
Showing off was really a very great thrill
especially when a girl liked my shiny, chrome grill.
There were some who liked me and polished my chrome!
And I sometimes thought I should take her home.
Then there were those who lied right from their heart,
they made me feel bad and my engine wouldn't start.
It hurt bad to feel like a broken go-kart
and they didn't care if they broke my little heart.
It made me angry and I wanted revenge.
I thought of ancient powers from darkest StoneHenge.
I wanted to hurt them down deep inside but something
stopped me, I think it was pride.
They just weren't worth it somehow I knew
and I waited with grace until I met you.
You were shiny and white with chromium delight.
Colors and stripes all looking right!
I couldn't help but fall in love
with a car that resembled a spicy, love dove.
My headlights beamed and my motor purred
I couldn't stop beeping while my oil was stirred
I raced around and pulled up straight away
and said, "hello there darlin' I'm sayin hey, hey!"
You smiled and laughed and made me feel at home
and we sparkled and shined no longer alone
And I realized it was nice to be in this place with you
even though we both were no longer new.
Can you believe? I have Corvette!
Think my wife will be upset?
Bright, golden yellow, like a jet!
You bet, you bet, you bet, you bet!
What’s that she said? “What the heck?”
Passenger seat I will eject
Throw her on her fanny yet,
You see, the Devil I have met!
The muffler rumbles all upset
Roar through streams, but won’t get wet
I'll take my dog -- My favorite pet
Go like the wind –- Our thrills we’ll get!
I was in grade school, we did something rare
Dad took the family to the Texas State Fair
On display was GMC’s first Corvette
Someday I said, that’s what I’m going to get
Graduated from college in ’59
Then into the Army, had to do my time
My orders stated, I had six months to go
And they said I’d be stationed in El Paso
When my tour was done, I was ready to flee
Boeing in Seattle held a job for me
Then my childhood dream really put me in debt
Returned to Seattle in a red Corvette
Lived pay check to pay check, spent all I could get
Just a stud about town, in a red Corvette
So many parties in a beer drinking flat
Love ‘um and leave ‘um, like an old alley cat
Then along came a red head that caught my eye
I couldn’t resist her, so in love was I
A wedding, a honeymoon and my red corvette
Life was perfect; I can remember it yet
Then I got blind-sided, things turned all-around
My Honey informed me that we’re family bound
When that one hit me, I broke into a sweat
Suddenly I realized, I’d lose my Corvette
A Corvette is great for a family of two
But a “two seater” with kids; that just won’t do
I finally caved-in and I sold my Corvette
Bought a Volkswagen “bug” to get out of debt
Today, whenever a Corvette comes my way
I think about the red one I bought that day
As I enter into my second childhood
I think another Corvette would do me good
In the world of automobiles, this is a shining star.
Many call this America's only true sports car.
With a fiberglass body, and a big, powerful V-8,
zooming down any road would certainly be great
Presently, I have one very big personal regret:
With a hefty price tag, I can't afford one yet.
The most thrilling experience anyone can get
is speeding along in a convertible Corvette
This powerful four-wheeled machine is much better than good
when it’s got over four hundred horsepower under the hood.
Driving one of these gems is moving in first class
There is plenty of get up and go under that shell of fiberglass.
What a sweet time on a warm summer’s day
when I can zoom down an open highway.
Just my sweet attractive doll is riding beside me.
We move along at the speed limit so carefree.
You haven’t driven until you get inside a Corvette.
Chevrolet’s sporty model is the best one yet.
This baby displays her true colors when the flag’s unfurled.
There is nothing quite like her anywhere in the world.
Santa Claus, make this the best Christmas yet.
Could you bring me a Chevrolet Corvette?
I need a six-speed with a powerful V-8.
A leather interior and BOSE CD stereo will be great.
It does not matter if it has red, white, or blue paint.
I have not been anything less than a saint.
I have treated everyone I know with kindness.
This year, I did not even cheat the IRS!
I know you will not get it down my chimney.
There is no need to put it under the tree.
You do not have to wrap it for Christmas Day.
Just leave it parked in my garage driveway.
That morning, I want to zoom it down the highway.
With such a machine, I will really be cooking.
I just hope the patrol cars will not be looking.
Santa, I have just one more modest plea:
Could you pay the first year’s insurance for me?
The premiums are outrageous here in New Jersey.
This escort ship
Of World War Two
Convoy carer
To guide them through
From sail to steam
To propeller screw
Atlantic saviour
For me and you
These modern Corvette's
With their fire power
Delicately named
After a flower
While the Canadian class
Named after cities and towns
But when it came to protect
They buckled down
From the west to Murmansk
Carrying supplies and arms
To the USSR
Bringing war her charms
Of these U-Boat wolves
Running with their packs
Many a life saved
When these Corvette's attack
Depth charge fires
Sinks, boom - look for oil
For many a wolf
Met this toil
These more modern ships
Stealth in design
For flying at the back
Their proud ensign
For the many Navy and Merchant seamen who braved these
Atlantic crossing during World War Two, for me and you.
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They call me Corvette Granny
as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray,
vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker,
the top down with my hair flying in the wind,
totally not looking my age and undisciplined.
The call me Corvette Granny,
men want to race me on the streets,
they stare at my crimson beauty and wink,
flirting with a mighty engine that always wins,
knowing that they will eventually be kicked in the shins.
They call me Corvette Granny,
taking off at the light and burning rubber,
people on the sidewalks stop and stare,
wondering who is that crazy old bat,
driving a sports car looking smug and fat,
until my husband the cop stops me for speeding.
They call me Corvette Granny,
as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray,
vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker,
the rag top down with my hair flying in the wind,
totally not looking my age and undisciplined.
They call me Corvette Granny,
men want to race me on the streets,
they stare at my crimson beauty and wink,
flirting with a mighty engine that always wins,
knowing that they will eventually be kicked in the shins.
They call me Corvette Granny,
taking off at the light burning rubber,
people on the sidewalks stop and stare,
wondering who is that crazy old bat,
driving a sports car looking smug and fat,
until my husband the cop stops me for speeding.
April 3, 2018.
she smiles with glee
as i see her
crappy road hog