Model T Poetry
The old Model T, what a great car
Henry Ford, invented it in his day
Plain and simple, a product of a wise man
Might of been slow, but would take on far
What a working man could buy on his pay
Yes Sir, that was his plan
Just good transportation to get you there and back
No fancy bells or whistles, not on that car
And he always said
"Anyone can have on, just as long as it is black"
It was not for the rich and fancy that smoked a big cigar
Mr. Ford was using his head
So when I write a verse, his philosophy I use
It is easy, just old common sense
Plain old English to tell my story
To each his own, this is the way that I choose
And that is my defense
Let the ones that use big fancy word have that glory
To this great man I give all the credit
Simple, but in an intelligent way of thinking
To where a poor man's fantasy can be reality
If he had been a poet, the way that he would have said it
Made to the working man's liking
So that is why I call mine "Model T Poetry"
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