The roar of the engine,

The leaking oil comes from the

Ferrari we sat in.


The clear blue sky towering

Over the, what seemed small,

Eiffel Tower.


The heat engulfing us

While we observe the glossy

Black wheels and the metallic

Silver body of the car.


The public chatter eating our

Ears whole as we get out

Of the Luxurious Ferrari.

Author’s note:

The poem comes from a trip my family and I went on to Paris. The car was just a rent we had and for the day and we took the chance to take a picture in front of the Eiffel Tower. The car was extremely expensive so our perspective of the car was that it was VERY luxurious.