My Bugatti Chiron Poem by Ravi Kopra

I retired and moved a year ago from
Hamptons, NY to Sarasota Bay, Florida

It was quiet and peaceful until
I parked my Veyron in the driveway

The young postal lady used to put the mail in the box
Now she rings the door bell for delivery everyday

Neighbors sit on their front porches
To look at the women who drive by

Their wives complain in rage
And I hear their shoutings routinely

The kids changed their route from
The school. They linger for hours at my gate

The sightseeing buses stop in the street
The tourists stare at my lousy Veyron

I think I will park it in the garage
And park my Bugatti Chiron ln the driveway.