Tuesday, February 26, 2008

FW: timerick




From: tork49@hotmail.com
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Subject: timerick
Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2008 16:47:58 +0000

THE STORY OF SKIPPY
THE HAPPY LITTLE GUN
 
Skippy was a little gun made out of blue steel parts,
crafted by brave artisans with patriotic hearts.
They polished him until he shone and oiled him mighty fine,
then sold him with nine-hundred more from some assembly-line.
Nestled in a bright glass case our Skippy glowed with pride;
he knew that soon he would go out and see the world so wide!
A gentleman came in the shop where Skippy took his ease.
The gentleman talked to himself and scratched like he had fleas.
Blinking uncontrollably, he pointed Skippy out
and asked how much he cost to buy in a husky shout.
The gun dealer took Skippy out and said "Now let me see . . ."
"When you buy his little gem you get the bullets free!"
The gentleman put money down and made a grab for Skippy.
The dealer asked: "You aren't by chance any sort of hippie?"
The gentleman said he was not; he needed some protection
from Martians, werewolves, zombie girls, and police detection.
"Very good" the dealer said, 'Just sign your name right here."
"Your permit will come in the mail" he finished with a leer.
So Skippy got a brand-new home inside a pocket deep
and he was so excited that he found it hard to sleep!
His owner took him to a bank and came out very rich,
then on his way to Mexico threw Skippy in a ditch!
Poor Skippy landed in the mud and thought his heart would bust;
He might have started crying but knew that would lead to rust.
Some teenagers picked Skippy up to even out a score.
This led to Skippy having fun with playing at gang war.
But one of those teenagers heard that cops were paying cash
for turning in their guns and so he did it in a flash.
Skippy was dissected and his parts went near and far;
dumped into a furnace they became a metal bar
which sold off to the Chinese, who bought shipments by the ton,
to be melted, molded, and exported as another gun.
So you see that Skippy cannot be destroyed for long;
not when anyone can buy him for a simple song!
 


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