Wow, tough crowd.

OK, with apologies to William Blake:

Crossfyre, Crossfyre, black and gray,
On the streets of the East Bay,
What Teutonic hand and eye
Designed thy beautiful bootay?

In the deepest Concord nights
Will burn the fire of thine headlights
When thine low tires begin to spin
So fast you can't read "Michelin."

Thy spoiler's small, thy windows smaller
And look, a Subaru art taller
Yet fearful still you seem to be
Did they who made the K make thee?

Crossfyre, Crossfyre, black and gray,
On the streets of the East Bay,
What Teutonic hand and eye
Designed thy beautiful bootay?