Herbert the Honda was a black sedan

Who was built like a can

The car sounded like a lawn mower,

Drove by a humble getter-goer

But things started the break

And prices kept going up

The car broke down 

And gave Griffith a frown,

Herbert the Honda ended up being a lemon,

That should have been a given

When Herbert would leak,

That made Griffith very weak

Eleven hundred down the drain,

That was a pain

The taste was very sour, 

And nothing worked for even an hour

But Griffith still loved the car

Until it stranded him for the last time

The axle snapped

Causing him to lose control of the car

And because of some bar,

He now has a very expensive paperweight