I Took My Car to the Corner Store to Get a Loaf of Bread
by Mike Nickerson
I took my car to the corner store,
to get a loaf of bread;
It turned out to be quite a trip,
when all was done and said.
First I took the doors along,
as they were first at hand;
A trip with each, my heart did pound,
the exercise was grand.
Next I took the hood and trunk,
they easily came undone;
The body posed a bigger task,
it could not be moved as one.
I'll not tell all, about the chore,
with torch and saw to render;
Suffice to say, when it was done,
I could carry every member.
But for the engine, I had to cheat,
its weight too much for me;
I brought a wagon to the task,
man powered, though, you see.
With fenders, gears and manifolds,
bumpers, clutch and brakes;
My heart and lungs were racing now,
a little rest I'd take.
Oh how I love my motor car,
its chrome and paint do shine;
The neighbours stare as we go by,
I'm so glad that it is mine.
The tires I choose to roll along,
a wonder is the wheel;
After axles, tranny and padded seats,
I was ready for my meal.
Alone, one man, but for his car,
the corner store's so handy;
I got the bread that I came for,
some cheese and also candy.
The joys of transport are so grand,
the world is there to roam;
I took my car to the corner store,
now I have to take it home.
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More wisdom from Mike Nickerson: [- to read more about Mike
Nickerson, his book and get his contact information, go to:
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Sustainable transportation advocacy in Hamilton ON, est 2000
Sunday, December 09, 2007
poetry in motion
TLC member April sent this the other day:
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