Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

  My father was a strict man, Now let me put you straight, He HAD a playful manner, Just hated to be late. A "personal chauffeur" was he To me, when I was young, When 'driving' was a "no-no" His trait, on me, has hung. He loathed to rush, in traffic, Preferred a gentler drive,  Would stress,  always, importance Of tryin' to stay alive. A 'crystal ball' he had not, Road traffic, for to see, "You don't know what the traffics like" Was well drummed, into me. Thus, when he was a-driving,  With others, or alone, He aye chose to leave early Not brake that speeding zone. 'Twas drummed into his family, That he, to keep a date, Be fifteen minutes early, Than e'en one minute late.