A PEEVED OFF DOUG FORD
WITH TRUMP, HE HAS STRUCK A CHORD
NOW TRUMP WANTS FORD GORED
LOT UP TO DOUG FORD
SAYS A DEAL WE CAN AFFORD
OR CUT DOWN WITH SWORD
A TRADE DEAL MAYBE
US BOOZE BACK ON SHELVES I SEE
JUST LEAVE THAT STUFF BE
Ford dear
Vision in my eyes
Sounds in my ears
Drowning in my tears
She steady coming near
Never causing fear
Wind in my beard
Smooth changing gears
When takin care my steers
She’s my Ford
She’s my Ford
Tough but dear
founder of the well known Ford Motor Company
pioneered in mass production of famous nice cars
made a global standard for manufacturing
Ford smacked into the Cadillac
but why didn’t you hold her back?
Ford has her own ways Buick said
She’s out of control and two are dead.
there was an old man named Ford
who thought history was absurd
he said it was all bunk
then his company produced a junk
and the Edsel became the car most abhorred
there was an old man named Ford
who thought history was absurd
he said it was all bunk
then his company produced a junk
and the Edsel historically became the car most abhorred
I lost for words
Seeing a Ford's
Mustang Crossroads.
Harrison Ford of action movie fame
Han Solo, a hero's name he can claim
Though not a Jedi Knight
He fought for what was right
Always wound up with a beautiful dame
Then took the role of Indiana Jones
An archaeologitst who studied bones
Although he hated snakes
Indy had what it takes
An ample pair of courageous cajones
What is that creature who lingers on the ’49 Ford? Asked Boss Hog.
We looked but were not sure until we saw the sniffing junk yard dog.
The red car with rust? The bookkeeper asked, wondering too.
Oh, yes, said Boss Hog. Is that a Faerie from the ocean blue?
I can go ask her I offered, but she flittered fast and away.
So I did not get to find out on that lovely October Monday.
It was a faerie, the junk yard dog said. I saw her filigree wings.
I thought it amazing that he could not only talk, but he sings!
It seems that the truth is never quite square
it’s just a bit catywampus you see
All about the way that the cowboys lived
back in them old westerns on our TV
Them outlaws and sheriffs had old six guns
that could shoot forty-nine times on a load
Look real close and see them telephone poles
running alongside an asphalt paved road
Good guys always wore white and bad guys black
with their pearly teeth that sparkled like snow
It just took a minute to saddle up
and get anywhere they wanted to go
They could quick draw and fire their six shooters
And hit a nickel tossed into the air
But they just could never hit the outlaw
till he got to where he’d fall down the stairs
When being chased by a few Indians
they’d throw bullets out the end of their gun
If they did run out of ammunition
that’s when they’d just throw their pistol and run
A hero could get shot right in the chest
but never a drop of red would you see
The next day he’d be out riding his horse
while chasing the outlaws with his posse
At the end of it all the good guy wins
he would get the horse, the dog and the girl
He would live happily ever after
in his black and white TV western world
A witty puppeteer of still creations
Wooden images of live emotions
Rubber, plastics, foam and paper
Strings, thread, metals and caper
A wonder boy of imagery
Son of inspiring father of vividry
Hands of a mathematician in action
Engineering of imagination in presentation
Emmy winner of citation
Man, full of life and nature's configuration
They make cars adroit
in Beloit and Detroit
If you wrote 'Tin Lizzie'
on this quiz ~ 'E'
Maddox Herefer latter Ford
imagism always struck a chord
Then the genre was all the rage
FMF's collection filled the arts page
It was a beaten down old rusted out 1948 Ford pick-up truck.
But it was mine for a mere twenty six dollars and nineteen cents.
Don’t ask how Grandma came up with that price.
The exact amount I had in my piggy bank.
It did not run, but I was ten.
How much driving can an unlicensed ten-year-old do?
All summer long for three summers I sat in that truck.
Driving to Portland, Colorado, Texas and Maine.
My imagination loved that 1948 Ford so much.
Getting my real truck a few years later
Was almost a letdown, but not totally.
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