Things Change Poem by George Hunter

I always liked those tales of old
About the days when knights were bold
And maidens weren't so particular
I can't remember exactly what
But they did something perpendicular
But nowadays it would seem to me
It would likely be more vehicular.

An auto now would be oh so good
If you're trying to discover what's under the hood
And the girl you're with is a nice little lassie
And endowed with a curvy, swervy chassis.

The quarters may be a little tight
But everything there will be all right
—Just tell her that you love her
—And not like a brother
And you'll see her tomorrow night.