Sunday, January 11, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

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

6 comments:

The Muse said...

Hope he never has to utter the words...
"Houston, we have a problem!"

SandyCarlson said...

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!

Sandi McBride said...

I take it he found the right equation or else he's in a pub and not a station...
Sandi

Artist Unplugged said...

Thank you for dropping by my blog! I love to take photos...alot. Always think I will get around to painting them-ha!

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

I love a man who likes to travel!

Thanks for stopping by ~ come back soon now ya hear!

Lee said...

Quite a stretch your uncle took on the road of invention. Fun poem!

Cheers!