A talking Mother Model T
The car is everything it should be
Yet my Mother the car has a human son
A car that knows how to discipline
A Model T that is Heaven sent
But don’t make Mother Model T mad
You will be sad and not glad
Don’t be surprised on the response if you say the wrong thing
It could be a seat eject having a aching sling
But then again, the wheels that turn could have you put in an urn
However, if Mother Model T is driving, you better bucket up
Otherwise, the most uncomfortable ride that will make you fed up
Yet Mother Model T is in control
Don’t even think of mentioning to Mother Model T that she is old
Mother Model T will certainly have you in a hold
The streets are Mother Model T thresholds
A wonder having no questions, but the car being its own
But I guess you would have known
So Mother Model T knows
Her way in discipline always shows
All one can say is wow
Mother Model T is always on the go
But leaves one in the moment of although.