Date: Fri, 8 Oct 1999 20:42:55 -0500
Reply-To: Joel Walker <jwalker@URONRAMP.NET>
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From: Joel Walker <jwalker@URONRAMP.NET>
Subject: FFRryDaye Foibles ... or how to get thrown out of English Class
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last one for tonight. :)
A Bus
by Someone-other-than-Joyce-Kilmer
I thought that I would never see
A bigger fool than I could be,
Someone whose tastes are sim'lar strange
In transportation speed and range.
Who, like me, instead of speed,
Choose cargo volume as a need;
More room to sleep, perchance to dream,
With all within, beside a stream.
And like the Tortoise, not the Hare,
Who won't be hurried getting there;
But when arrived we are, we think,
Have kit, caboodle, and kitchen sink.
Who, like me, instead of miles,
Would rather count the grins and smiles
That come from driving day to day
Four wheels beneath a cargo bay.
And sit up high above the street,
To wave at every bus we meet,
As down the highway and the lanes
We truck along with sweet refrains.
I thought that I would never see
A bigger fool than I could be,
But lots of folks make quite a fuss
That only Volkswagen makes a bus. :)
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I think that I shall never see
An auto that appeals to me,
In shape or form, for beast or man,
As much as a Volkswagen Van.
It goes Where None Have Gone Before
And does it with just speeds of four;
It goes, and with you takes it all
For creature comforts, big and small;
It carries on, and ne'er complains
In Winter's snow or Springtime's rains,
Or Summer's heat, or Autumn's breeze,
Although at times, your butt will freeze;
It lasts the ages, passing down
From Old to Young, who've newly found
The sheer delight and sect's appeal
Of driving in a box on wheels.
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When I was Young and Pretty
by W. H. Awfuldin and his dog, Spot
When I was young and pretty,
I heard a Wise Man say:
"Give Marks and Pounds and Dollars,
"But not your Bus away."
But I was young and pretty,
No use to talk to me;
A Bus was just another car
And traded frequently.
When I was young and pretty,
I thought I knew it all;
I had been driving, don't you see,
For years in Traffic's crawl.
I'd had my education,
As much as I could stand
Why, I knew all there was to know,
As much as Any Man!
I'd had so many autos,
I can't remember them;
I'd bought, and sold, and bought again,
With Credit, Cash, and Whim.
Sedans, Two-doors, Convertibles,
I'd several Buses, too ...
And when I tired of what I had,
I'd go get something new.
But now I'm older, sadder;
No longer Wise Men speak;
And if they did, I couldn't hear
Unless they really shriek;
And Buses that I once enjoyed,
Remembered from the past ...
If only I'd hung onto them ...
I understand at last.
When I was young and pretty,
I heard a Wise Man say:
"Give Marks and Pounds and Dollars,
"But not your Bus away."
Since now I'm old and ugly,
I pass this on to you:
Remember what those Wise Men say;
It's true, it's true, it's true.
:)
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