A Car To a Mechanic

These days good cars oddly somersault, So this jeep you keep ridding of fault Big cash you shall be getting plus malt; Journey time I might speed catapult; Now,alive and kicking,next in vault... My dear wife won't fancy the result: Sure to her hit like rudest insult Today,jeeps could neatly somersault And I mean the serviced for cursed fault But their mechanics neatly assault, Their Goliaths kill with catapult If you can,you should this bravely halt Here cars are the meals and you the salt.