Need a good mixture if the road you'll rule--
Like Max, with dual quads, eight,
You've got to carburet, old chum,
Or your car will be late.

Put down the dipstick
And pick up the tools.
It's time to contemplate
The gas and air mixture, oil chum,
It's time to calibrate.

The engine whines
With too much gas,
So come on, keep on calibratin';
Too much fuel's asphyxiatin'.

You get the picture--
You'll properly zoom
Down all roads, curvy or straight;
No need to compensate.
You I will castigate, "Oy'd!" chum,
If you let camber wait.

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Formerly forged forward. . .Fords, forget Chevies.
Forked fortunes for fourscore four-formed "FORD" levies.
Pooped I'd push when it petered out, lost power,
Bad batteries I'd charge while mad, I'd glower.
Bad-debt bang-dents bandits badinage, snicker.
Back check guys get, bank frets, I bend back liquor.
Dumped junker in a waste-blighted ravine. . .
Geico got classiest new dual-quad machine.

I drive my new Chevy; the car runs great,
Ravined wreck someday unearthed to carbon-date.

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Need fuel constrictor if the road you'll rule;
Gotta get dual quads, mate.
Don't test car's Karmic fate, old chum
And then your car purrs great.

And as for me, no Fords for me:
"Fix Or Repair Daily" large levies.
Now Ford foe, I'm going with Chevies.

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Don't grab a mixture of booze and then cruise. . .
Make news. . .Antabuse awaits
(Make shmooze and abuse, boozed mate
(State views: Malibu's YOUR state).
Fly by a constable, stone-drunk,
Let fly cant unstable, Patron*-drunk.
Prate Jews views and carp, irate.


*brand of Tequila