Mein dame and mien herr,
Bavarian girls
race themselves
to the point of powerful men
in powerful cars amen.
At five hundred miles per hour,
feel their thrust:
to remember those corners
and curls
of the Munich girls.
In the minds of business,
there is not much light between them
and plenty of thrills
on the Strasse of curves and spills.
What’s fair for the dame,
is fair for the herr.
So let them both run:
one to catch the other,
although I could not tell
which was dog and which was hare;
after all,
this is Bavaria.