Ferrari Haiku

In response to a request for Ferrari-related Haiku, members of the Internet FerrariList came up with the following poems for your enjoyment (listed alphabetically by author's last name):

By Bill Barton:
Ferrari red/tan,
Eight point five, shift, eight point five,
Wow, to be alive!

By Matt Boyd:
Its windows are slow,
Leaks with synthetic oil use,
It's a Ferrari!

By Sandra Cairncross:
It need not be red,
Let mine be prugna instead,
Ah, nice Ferrari!

By Steve Jenkins:
Lights flash behind me,
License got revoked last year,
Mom, can you send bail?

Can't stand Garage Queens,
Drive 'em! Race 'em! Get rock chips!
That's what Enzo wants.

By A.J. Merrifield:
*Slowdown Light Haiku*
Slowdown lights turn on,
Making me worry a lot,
I hope there’s no fire.

*Ferrari List Newbie Buying Cars Haiku*
Thinking of buying,
Five-K, no books, no records,
Should I change the belts?

*Ferrari List Newbie Joke Haiku*
Should I post this joke?
The punchline’s about porches,
Will people like it?

*Monday Morning in the Mondial*
Monday way early,
Traffic is light, I fly low,
Avoiding radar.

*Monday Morning in the Mondial Part 2*
Little bit later,
"May I help you, Deputy?"
"I don’t know how fast..."

*Monday Afternoon in the Office*
Insurance rises,
I hate dealing with agents,
All a bunch of sharks.

By Erik Nielsen:
So the paint is weak,
Major service is six grand,
Just drive the damn thing!

Taz, Nuvolari,
Hill, Enzo, Dino, Schumie,
One Big Family.

Three twenty ponies,
A back seat and room for bags,
It needs a new home.

By Ken Rentiers:
Green paint drips wetly,
"Hey lady, that ain't a Porsche;
It's a Ferrari!"

Accelerating
From rest, I know, second gear
Has a cold synchro.

By Tom Reynolds:
Pulse quickens mouth dry,
Savage sound reverberates,
Satisfaction mine!

By John Rosevear:
Cough and sputtering,
No idle at all when cold,
Webers need tuning?

Brand new Mobil 1,
Puddles on floor of garage,
Time to fix some leaks.

Lugging the engine,
Now you need new plugs again,
Bad Ferraristi!

Sitting in garage,
Ogled as its seals go bad,
Buy paintings instead.

By Erik Rucker:
Dark rain lashes down,
Car's dry at home; spirits damp,
Must find LeMans tape.