bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
The sparrow and I thank you.
Hot Rod Poetry
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bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
It was a cold winter night in Minnesota.
The temperature hadn't raised one iota.
Fifteen below zero.
Didn't phase our hero.
The northwind was raising tendrils of snow.
The rafters creaked as it continued to blow.
The barrel stove glowed a comforting red.
The shop was as warm as the beach at Club Med.
Our man was getting on in his years.
Surely no longer wet behind the ears.
People say these years are golden.
People that say that, they aren't olden.
Sitting on the bench stool, forgot what he was doing.
Deep in his brain a notion was brewing.
Been working on cars since he was fifteen.
Maybe it was time to retire from the scene.
Just getting up off the floor.
Had become a laborious chore.
The idea he forgot just came to the fore.
Finish this hot rod, then he'll be eighty-four.
Should get it done working at this pace.
Oops, found another project on Facebook Marketplace.
The temperature hadn't raised one iota.
Fifteen below zero.
Didn't phase our hero.
The northwind was raising tendrils of snow.
The rafters creaked as it continued to blow.
The barrel stove glowed a comforting red.
The shop was as warm as the beach at Club Med.
Our man was getting on in his years.
Surely no longer wet behind the ears.
People say these years are golden.
People that say that, they aren't olden.
Sitting on the bench stool, forgot what he was doing.
Deep in his brain a notion was brewing.
Been working on cars since he was fifteen.
Maybe it was time to retire from the scene.
Just getting up off the floor.
Had become a laborious chore.
The idea he forgot just came to the fore.
Finish this hot rod, then he'll be eighty-four.
Should get it done working at this pace.
Oops, found another project on Facebook Marketplace.
