Alfa Romeo & Giulietta

"Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager" (Nighthawkwill7) 12/09/2013 at 21:52 • Filed to: None

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[Giulietta appears above at a window]
But, soft! what light through yonder windshield breaks?
It is the east, and Giulietta is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Hoon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her car art far more fair than she:
Be not her car, since she is envious;
Her racing livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my ride, O, it is my car!
O, that she knew she were!
She revs yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her headlight discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she revs:
Two of the fairest cars in all the racetrack,
Having some business, do entreat her turns
To shift through their gears till they return.
What if her sparks were there, they in her cylinder head?
The brightness of her combustion would shame those cars,
As hi-beams doth a lamp; her lights in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her suspension upon her track!
O, that I were a apex upon that track,
That I might touch that tires that squeals.

zadtheinhaler > Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager 12/09/2013 at 22:12

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Deftly written, brave squire,

I applaude thee!

Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager > zadtheinhaler 12/09/2013 at 22:16

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Thank you kind sir.