My maternal uncle Bill designed never-ending pistons
But he said he was baffled when they never went the distance
So he turned his attention to electric cars
His last postcard said he was on his way to Mars
But he said he was baffled when they never went the distance
So he turned his attention to electric cars
His last postcard said he was on his way to Mars
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Hope he never has to utter the words...
"Houston, we have a problem!"
He was the life of the party
And oh those pistons ran hardy
But he was the only one there
Because on Mars, brother, there ain't no air!
I take it he found the right equation or else he's in a pub and not a station...
Sandi
Thank you for dropping by my blog! I love to take photos...alot. Always think I will get around to painting them-ha!
I love a man who likes to travel!
Thanks for stopping by ~ come back soon now ya hear!
Quite a stretch your uncle took on the road of invention. Fun poem!
Cheers!
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