Twas the day of Thanksgiving, when all through the NorthEast
Not a Porsche was stirring, their owners at the feast.
The batteries were tended by electronics with care,
And Stabil in gas tanks with our ethanol scare.
The machines were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dragon tails danced in their heads.
Springtime projects being planned and discussed,
with step by step plans and parts being sussed.
A visit or two, per week, will have to suffice,
with an occasional start and a rev clearing mice.
The parts for the spring will start to arrive,
and the owners will soon get the itch to go drive.
As the January snow gives way to more February snow,
a seed of a thought will begin, at first, to grow.
It will but germinate, sometimes overwhelming,
as echoed by stories of year long motoring!
Instead of the final snow and subsequent rain,
to mark the end of the parked Porsche pain,
start packing our stuff, call the movers today,
"Sell the house Honey, Were going to Cal-i-for-Nye-AY!!!"
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The 914 tucked next to some unusual company
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The 911S all snuggled up