"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
— Unknown
Johnson had a quaint name for his car.
His "FUF" wasn't made up to par.
He swore and he cursed,
Claiming Ford was the worst,
Till the night that he left from Skip's Bar.
He pointed his car straight for home,
When the "FUF" belched a sinister drone.
The son-of-a-bitch,
Headed straight for the ditch.
The car had a mind of its own.
The Ford smiled as Johnson was leavin'.
The legs that once held him were weavin'.
Some said it was beer,
That made his car veer.
But really, the "FUF" just got even.
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