The Car And Dad Poem by Gregory Huyette

The car, the car, oh what a prize.
No matter its color make or size.
Just gas and a girl is all that is needed…
And some fatherly advice that should be heeded.

Speaking of dad, oh how he loves his car.
Junior can drive it all day if he doesn't go far.
Gas is so much and parts are so high
That when the kid drags out he just wants to cry.

As the gas leaks out and rust sets in,
The boy's to blame! Oh where's he been?
His son just went to watch neighborhood time trials,
But what bothers dad is that lost two hundred miles.

The young man's defense is quite astounding.
Too bad it can't beat the old man's hounding.
Yes, junior was found guilty of the mileage crime.
So now it's back to the skate board full time.
Again dad's penalty is easy since the meatball did sneak.
He's grounding his culprit for only a week.

Before closing let's look at pop's side.
Was he right in cancelling the boy's ride?
He worries and wonders and often laments,
Remembering the kid's first four accidents.

After making up a code, rules and a motto,
Poor old dad finds that his son has given up the old auto.
The smooth talking kid has just made a deal
To drive his new girl friend's new foreign automobile!