A poem originally written for children, but it's a strange child indeed who is so obsessed with mediocre 1970s cars that the poem's automotive references will prove meaningful. American readers shouldn't even attempt to get to grips with the obscure English cultural icons alluded to in the poem.
Our Dad's a dreadful driver,
We call him Mr. Toad.
He thinks he's superhuman,
Whenever he hits the road.
But yesterday disaster struck!
Swerving to avoid a 10 ton truck,
He crashed into a Morris Marina
And now our car's a Ford Concertina.
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