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.
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