Mustang Man Poem by David Darbyshire

Got a 67 Mustang
It’s the only car I ever owned
In the seat I sprang
Gave gas the motor groaned

My hairs jet black with a tidal wave
Going downtown to cruse the pave
Feel right at home no better day
Rev the Mustang she wants to play

Dropped down to second bounced the rear end
Pulling into Joe’s it’s the message you got to send
My Mustang is the best in the state
One or two glanced the rest hesitate

A stranger stands out like a pink Cadillac
The guy with the Chevy looks like he’s back
I burn a doughnut to mark my space
When the Mustang calms he’s gone no trace

On every finger I have a tattoo
F-o-r-d on my right
M-u-s-t holds the left
With the a-n-g can’t figure what to do