There once was a boy named TheHire
He thought his new-to-him car was fire
Here's a poem about as good as belly button lint
In honour of my dear friend Blueprint
The car I got is not old man gold
But bright silver makes me feel just as old
It has a naturally aspirated V8
Which I personally think is great
It should come as a surprise to no one
That this car fits in with my weird idea of commuting fun