Best Corvette Poems
My Little Red CorvetteSugar 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...
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Categories:
corvette, adventure, car, for him,
Form:
Free verse
56 CorvetteI 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...
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Categories:
corvette, car, old,
Form:
Rhyme
1957 Bored Out CorvetteI 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...
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Categories:
corvette, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Red CorvetteI 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...
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Categories:
corvette, funny, me, love, me,
Form:
Verse
CorvetteCan 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...
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Categories:
corvette, adventure, funny, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
My Red CorvetteI 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...
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Categories:
corvette, lifeme, family, red, family,
Form:
Quatrain
Corvette Dream
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...
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Categories:
corvette, car, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
CorvetteThe 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...
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Categories:
corvette, dedicationsweet, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
Christmas CorvetteSanta 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...
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Categories:
corvette, holiday, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
CorvetteThis 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...
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Categories:
corvette, history, life, loss, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
They Call Me Corvette GrannyThey 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...
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Categories:
corvette, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
They Call Me Corvette GrannyThey 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...
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Categories:
corvette, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
corvette, angst, car,
Form:
Than-Bauk