The road with winter ice, and snow blasted
With salt covered, with many trucks shaken
Cannot for this with heaven be distasted
Since ice and snow from Canada are taken
Ford, shorn with rust, with all it’s windows blasted
All out of gas, with loosened bearings shaken
Cannot for this with heaven be distasted
Rust, oil, and gas, out of cars are taken
So, Dude, repair your car, those clouds will vanish
For most of life, it’s ugly cars we driveth
Wisdom must bear what wallets cannot banish
The humble drive, the stubborn, carless, striveth
Oh Dude! Forsake thy Ford, to Honda turn thee
Those lines, a mark of stature, won’t forsake ye
In honor of Fulke Greville’s poem #86 “The Earth With Thunder Torn.”
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