a Flower BLOOMS to Spring into the Flames of Summer's Heat!

Hand over the keys to me and I'll turn your motor over
As your idle purrs and the oil lubricates deep pistons never revved before
The gas ignites within the flooding chamber as I press the flower's petal
And the motor's purr turns into a hungry kitten's growl
Her wheels shake with the ache of a rumbling throughout her trembling body
Her colors begin to shine in the darkness of her positively hotness
As she explodes transforming into red tulips to be plucked each coming Fall
Only to bloom once more after a renewing Winter slumber
As her gardener I planted many seeds to sprout within her bed of flowers
And hidden behind her bushes was a furrrRawwry of candy apple red
So the next time she awakens her engine will be ROARing in the breeze
With her spinning wheels squealing around the slippery wet curves
On roads never travelled, through tunnels even less explored
But on these paths yet untraveled,  I've plotted pathways on her map
That ascend over mountain peaks and roll under railroad tracks
I'll take her to the pinnacle and drive back down to her riverbed
Then race back to the climax of her sparkling jeweled crown
To achieve apogee on the summit of her Vernal Equinox
All her colors burst fromunda a rainbow pouring down a thunderstorm  
Her car was not fast enough to pass the flashflood swirling in a circle
Where even I nearly drowned in the waves of her uncharted flowing river
And when the rain subsided she pleaded for me to keep the keys and be her race car driver