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ronaldj

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There I sat, perpetual egg on my face,
High brows and thinkers all over the place.
Them in their tweed suits and cute matching neckties.
Me in my bib overalls, swatting away flies.
They read stories that made little since,
With deep seated mystery and lots of suspense.
Feathers were flying when we took the stage,
Literally standing with droppings on my page.
Opened the crate out came my prize rooster,
Someone inquired what’s he to do with Simon and Schuster?
We’re here to win your prize so grand,
As my rooster strutted up and down the stand.
Your entry must contain rhyme and meter,
A story of love nothing is sweeter.
My prize banty is up there with the best.
What? This isn’t the Poultry contest?
Ronald J. Curell
2003
 

ronaldj said:
Contest Entry.
There I sat, perpetual egg on my face,
High brows and thinkers all over the place.
Them in their tweed suits and cute matching neckties.
Me in my bib overalls, swatting away flies.
They read stories that made little since,
With deep seated mystery and lots of suspense.
Feathers were flying when we took the stage,
Literally standing with droppings on my page.
Opened the crate out came my prize rooster,
Someone inquired what’s he to do with Simon and Schuster?
We’re here to win your prize so grand,
As my rooster strutted up and down the stand.
Your entry must contain rhyme and meter,
A story of love nothing is sweeter.
My prize banty is up there with the best.
What? This isn’t the Poultry contest?
Ronald J. Curell
2003
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I laughed out loud! This is great! I'm forwarding to my chicken-raising daughter!
 
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An Ode to Jessica.
An MG YB.

There was a time when motor cars were serious fun to drive,
back then they didn't have seat belts, which help you stay alive.
They had quirky things like running boards and trafficators too,
those were little semaphore arms that gave the direction true.

Jessica is just like that in two tone fancy colour,
an MG of classic vintage, a real beauty to discover.
There's nothing more that she prefers than to show off in the shining sun,
and be photographed by one and all: She smiles for everyone.

This classic car has survived the years and not been torn asunder,
not for her, the breaker's yard, her body parts to plunder.
Despite her years she's greatly loved, her lines to be admired,
and she can still put on a turn of speed to get the adrenaline fired.

Out on the highway she likes to go and keep up with the traffic.
But serious problems can arise, when all the cars are static.
The water in her engine boils and out the steam comes, hissing.
She doesn't have a temperature fan but it's not exactly missing.

It simply wasn't ever there like modern cars today,
there's so much missing with vintage cars, it's the price you have to pay.
But for all her lack of equipment and of technology,
there's something intangible that this car has, this lovely old MG.

It's that distinct smell of old car, of walnut and of leather,
a fragrance so captivating, it doesn't get much better.
Then there's her style and grace and beauty, and class in overload,
but her greatest asset is the fun you can have that comes by the bucketload.








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horseless carriage said:
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An Ode to Jessica.
An MG YB.

There was a time when motor cars were serious fun to drive,
back then they didn't have seat belts, which help you stay alive.
They had quirky things like running boards and trafficators too,
those were little semaphore arms that gave the direction true.

Jessica is just like that in two tone fancy colour,
an MG of classic vintage, a real beauty to discover.
There's nothing more that she prefers than to show off in the shining sun,
and be photographed by one and all: She smiles for everyone.

This classic car has survived the years and not been torn asunder,
not for her, the breaker's yard, her body parts to plunder.
Despite her years she's greatly loved, her lines to be admired,
and she can still put on a turn of speed to get the adrenaline fired.

Out on the highway she likes to go and keep up with the traffic.
But serious problems can arise, when all the cars are static.
The water in her engine boils and out the steam comes, hissing.
She doesn't have a temperature fan but it's not exactly missing.

It simply wasn't ever there like modern cars today,
there's so much missing with vintage cars, it's the price you have to pay.
But for all her lack of equipment and of technology,
there's something intangible that this car has, this lovely old MG.

It's that distinct smell of old car, of walnut and of leather,
a fragrance so captivating, it doesn't get much better.
Then there's her style and grace and beauty, and class in overload,
but her greatest asset is the fun you can have that comes by the bucketload.








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Great tribute to a beautiful gal!
 
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