CuriousGeorge
Well-Known Member
**Ode to the MINI Cooper SE's Winter Rest**
Goodnight, MINI, tucked away,
In your cozy, quiet bay.
The roads are cold, the skies are gray,
But soon the sun will light the way.
Your wheels once spun with joyful sound,
On streets where freedom knows no bound.
Now wrapped in blankets soft and deep,
You settle in for winter's sleep.
Goodnight, tires, snug and still,
No more the rush, the twist, the thrill.
The engine hums a whispered sigh,
As snowflakes fall from cloudy sky.
Goodnight, dashboard, sleek and bright,
Your glow will fade in fading light.
But come the spring, with warming sun,
We'll race again, two hearts as one.
For now, you rest, a dream serene,
A tiny giant, strong and keen.
In time, the frost will bid goodbye,
And we'll return, beneath blue sky.
Goodnight, MINI, small but bold,
Your spirit's warmth will never fold.
Until the days of sun arise,
We'll meet again, beneath the skies.
Goodnight, MINI, tucked away,
In your cozy, quiet bay.
The roads are cold, the skies are gray,
But soon the sun will light the way.
Your wheels once spun with joyful sound,
On streets where freedom knows no bound.
Now wrapped in blankets soft and deep,
You settle in for winter's sleep.
Goodnight, tires, snug and still,
No more the rush, the twist, the thrill.
The engine hums a whispered sigh,
As snowflakes fall from cloudy sky.
Goodnight, dashboard, sleek and bright,
Your glow will fade in fading light.
But come the spring, with warming sun,
We'll race again, two hearts as one.
For now, you rest, a dream serene,
A tiny giant, strong and keen.
In time, the frost will bid goodbye,
And we'll return, beneath blue sky.
Goodnight, MINI, small but bold,
Your spirit's warmth will never fold.
Until the days of sun arise,
We'll meet again, beneath the skies.