A Bizzare Wooden Car
There was an old man
Who smoked a cigar.
He sped across the country
In an old wooden car.
He drove to the markets,
Known as "Number One Star".
He devoured so much fruit
That he couldn't drive far.
Got stuck in an outhouse
Had to leave the door ajar;
He couldn't trust anyone
With his old wooden car.
He noticed a grizzly bear
Standing off, not that far.
Quickly he commanded.
"Hey, Don't touch that car!"
The grizzly bear gave a growl
With his nose to the stars.
He chased the old man
And they both forgot the car.
Bob, the car must have came from an antique shop.
Copyright © Peggy Caulfield | Year Posted 2012
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