  I'm not a big poetry fan, but I find this one by e.e. cummings fascinating. I remember reading it in Mr. Metherell's AP English class and completely missing the double entendre.
she being Brand -new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O. K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell)next minute i was back in neutral tried and again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my lev-er Right- oh and her gears being in A 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity avenue i touched the accelerator and give her the juice,good (it was the first ride and believe i we was happy to see how nice she acted right up to the last minute coming back down by the Public Gardens i slammed on the internalexpanding & externalcontracting brakes Bothatonce and brought allofher tremB -ling to a:dead.
stand- ;Still) Does this poem objectify the woman by reducing her to a machine used solely for the pleasure of the man? Does likening her to a car distill her humanity? What is the final stanza about? Is the "car" being brought to a stand-still a metaphor for the woman experiencing her first orgasm?
Or is the woman mourning the loss of her virginity? Does your own gender dictate your reading of the poem? Please comment below. 
