BEASTLY TALES

THE USED CAR SALESMAN

I went to town the other day
And saw a used car yard on the way
“Honest Abe's” was the name of the yard
So I thought I might ask for his card
I carefully walked across the street
In order that the owner I could meet
A salesman did suddenly appear
And the look of him was frightfully queer.
A bright green suit with a purple tie
And clearly he wanted me, a car, to buy.
“Now what can I do to put you into this car?”
He said before we had got very far
“Come on, get behind the wheel”
“And see just how good you’ll feel”
“This beauty only took Granny to the shops”
“And she seldom made any stops”
‘While the mileage is high, not at all low”
“It served Granny well, wherever she’d go”
“This other one may rattle and clunk”
“And there may be some junk in the trunk”
“This other one’s a bit of a heap”
“But you’ll notice it’s cheap, cheap, cheap!”
“Now here’s a “corker”, it hasn’t gone far”
“It could serve well as your next car.”
“Here is a nice little motor, at last,”
“Owned by a clergyman who never drove fast.”
“For this price there is no more to pay”
“Just get right in and drive away.”

No more to pay, until you break down,
Where, of course, you are far from town,
Yes, break down way out on the road,
And have to be expensively towed,
(As you now shudder and panic)
To an exceptionally costly mechanic!
And so Mr Salesman, if it’s not true,
Don’t say that it is, or we may have to sue!