Hey Bruce!
An AD poem for you and the Mrs.
I think that I shall never see
A truck as lovely as an AD.
An AD whose hungry paws are prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
An AD that looks down the road,
And honorably tows it’s load;
An AD that may in Summer sweat
Yet be as cool as any vette;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Will start daily, again and again.
Poems are hijacked by a fool as me,
But only man can make an AD.