My Old Ford

MY OLD FORD I once had a '50 Ford I bought it just because I was bored It had been setting in a farmer's field Where it had stopped and wouldn't yield I hooked it behind Pa's old pickup truck And out across the field I struck Headed for the shade-tree mechanic's house Knowing he would cuss and grouse I parked this junk heap in his yard He grumbled and sputtered long and hard But went to work on it with skillful cunning Certain that he could get it running Get it running is what he did I tell you, I nearly flipped my lid My friends and I, all that summer Rode the dirt roads in that little hummer Until one day, it finally quit And we knew that was the last of it So I dragged it back to the farmer's field Where it still sets and will not yield 28 August 2011