what year is model a i have?

[bronzeage]

This is a good question and credit to you for asking a bunch of poets about an early 20th century Ford automobile.

It was in production 1927 through 1931, so there are only five model years from which to choose. It doesn't really matter what year yours was made. It's hard to find parts for any of them.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

This guy's a bot of some kind - chipbutty will delete him soon enough.

 

[bronzeage]

This guy's a bot of some kind - chipbutty will delete him soon enough.

That's a shame. We could use some good car poems around here.

There once was a man named Austin
who drove his Model A from New York to Boston.
He had room for his ass
and a gallon of gas
but his balls hung out and he lost'em.

 

[butters]

i moved the bot, but the rest seemed worth keeping

 

[UnderYourSpell]

That's a shame. We could use some good car poems around here.

There once was a man named Austin
who drove his Model A from New York to Boston.
He had room for his ass
and a gallon of gas
but his balls hung out and he lost'em.

I am so stealing that!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

That's a shame. We could use some good car poems around here.

There once was a man named Austin
who drove his Model A from New York to Boston.
He had room for his ass
and a gallon of gas
but his balls hung out and he lost'em.

There once was a man named Gord
Who purchased a Model T Ford
He drove it around
But hated the sound
So tuned it to an affable chord.

not dirty but I'm working on that.......

 

[bronzeage]

There once was a man named Gord
Who purchased a Model T Ford
He drove it around
But hated the sound
So tuned it to an affable chord.

not dirty but I'm working on that.......

There once was a man named Lodge
who misused the seat belts in his Dodge.
When his date was strapped in,
he committed a sin,
before they left the garage.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

There once was an obnoxious creep
who drove around in a Jeep
he picked up a girl
and gave her a whirl
but she ended up screaming out "reap"!

 

[butters]

i just found these!


hmmmn, well, let me see:

my first ex he drove a plum Zephyr
with leaf springs and things 'for the better'
well that's what he said
when he wanted some head
but be sure not to spit on the leather

 

[Angeline]

Remember the woman named Keelie?
She so loved her green Austin Healy!
But with no back seat at all,
there was no room to ball
and she had to get by on a feely.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Now I'm sure you've all heard of Joyce
would only do it in a Rolls Royce,
the seats were more comfy
for her rumpy pumpy
or hooked on The Spirit of Ecstasy by choice

 

[EroticOrogeny]

One hand holds my wheel, the other goes down her pants.
I just don’t believe he could take such a wanton chance.
At least she didn’t him unzip.
We may survive this trip.
Next he’ll park me in the drive and ride her with his lance.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

They asked "what is green and comes from the ground
at one hundred miles per hour, around?"
The answer no doubt
is Austin Healy Sprout
what's more it makes not a sound.

 

[frdrcnjohn]

The Ford Model A was produced only during those years

 

[UnderYourSpell]

The Ford Model A was produced only during those years

I don't think you've quite caught the meter there, but the one line stanza could be a speciality form with some weird Japanese name

 

[Chiara_searches]

I once owned a 65 Rambler
And had a beau who was a gambler
He wanted a quick suck
But I wanted to fuck
Disagreeing he soon was an ambler

 

[bogusagain]

Here's an old poem of mine about cars and women come to that. It's conveniently called cars.

cars

you choose your car
like you choose your lover
(Dominique began her weird French discourse)
not necessarily the most beautiful
nor the fastest
it could be a little dated
with the springs a little stiff!
but it's the overall package
the kudos of having something "autre"

Angelique insisted on the Mini
(insisting it was possible)
pull your knees up into your chest
let his head press into the hook of your neck
his deep breaths sweat your breasts
the whole tangled choreography is at a juncture, she said
that allowed him deepest penetration

Francois scoffed and pointed to the Deux Cheveaux
forget its sewing machine engine
it has springs to die for!
open the sunroof she explained
stand up and feel the warm summer air
drifting in off the Atlantic
he comes up at you
primal and hungry
the car maybe static but boy!
your mind is doing the ton!

if a man's car is an extension of his penis
continued Dominique
is it fair to say the way he drives
is probably how he fucks?
Angelique intervened
"Is the way a woman drives the way she fucks?"
I looked up at Dominique in amazement
remembering how she drove me back from Vannes to St Pierre
surging down the back lanes
swinging into one bend and skidding out of another
riding the dips and brows like she was riding a bronco
a battered old red Renault 4 with a deceptive acceleration!


epilogue

I saw Dominique some years later
leaving a restaurant off Pont Neuilly
she had lost her youthful jaunt
her fresh roundness had gone
she was more angular
like she guarded her weight too zealously
she stepped in to a Mercedes that was waiting
with the cold charm of a woman who understands
you don't have young eager sex in a Mercedes
you don't even make love
you make a deal
Dominique looked like someone
who had made a deal!

 

[The_Fool]

There once was an obnoxious creep
who drove around in a Jeep
he picked up a girl
and gave her a whirl
but she ended up screaming out "reap"!

I have a jeep. Wanna go for a ride?