Bavarian Girl

  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.

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