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

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6 comments:

  1. The Muse12:52 PM

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

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  2. SandyCarlson1:32 PM

    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!

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  3. Sandi McBride2:13 PM

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

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  4. ArtistUnplugged4:57 PM

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

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  5. Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades.11:25 PM

    I love a man who likes to travel!

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

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  6. Lee12:50 AM

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

    Cheers!

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