All these kids who can't even spell right 
Make my day just a little more the blight 
Even those who want their old SAAB to go faster 
Can't for the life of them spell "Sonett", the bastards! 

I dream of a world 
Where I can stand on my bonnet 
And never have to worry 
Someone calls my SAAB a "Sonnet"

To call a car a Sonnet
Must mean it's a beautiful thing
But most have more than fourteen lines
Even those that ring-a-ding

A Sonnet is a lovely piece
To regale your dearest one
And to laugh at the chaff of the Saab corporate staff
When they don't let you have any fun.

The Swedish Engineering team
Of our favourite jet-bred marque
Remarked one early day in the midst of play
"So nett den ar" til it was dark.

Remember then, friends, when making concours remarks
"Sonett" is the name to which vintage SAABers hark.

(happy, Sarah? It's 14 lines!)

I still prefer the one I composed, with a nod to Ogden Nash's poem about the llama...
The one-N Sonett, he's a Swede;
The two-N Sonnet, verse you read.
And I will bet
an Easter bonnet
There ain't no two-N, two-T Sonnett.

Well, in my new found spirit of poetic literariness... (originally printed in NINES #227) here's the second installment:

THE SONETT

To own a Saab 97
is to have a little piece of Heaven.
For this car is truly amazing
the way you feel when you drive the little thing.

It matters not whether it be
a II, V4, or III.
a Saab Sonett is a one of a kind.
A truly rare and opportunistic find.

For those what are not familiar with this little treat,
tell them it looks like a cross between and Opel and a 240Z.
But as we all know,
the Saab Sonett will go
down in history
as the best car with only two seats.

So now as you can tell
this car you should never sell.
But take this action only if you must
feel safe that your Sonett will never gather dust.

Because to own a Saab 97
is to have a little piece of Heaven.