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"