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Anything for a Rhyme

    I’ll never flap my wings again
        the little birdie said
    With all those drones up high a-zippin’
        I’d probably end up dead  

    “But that’s not fair,” said the FAA
        to our little birdie friend
     “We’ll create for you a ‘No-Drone-Zone’
        and your problem will soon end”

     “Oh, thank you kindly,” said the tiny bird
         but I just don’t want to trouble you
      Since I’ve been coming up with some lame excuse
         ever since a flying chad gored me ~ in the days of old George W

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Linda Alice Fowler Date: 8/14/2024 11:01:00 AM Ha! There is no telling what is flying loose in the skies today, or the ocean, or the forests, or...? Clever. laf :) Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 8/14/2024 6:42:00 PM --or the muck-a-yuck of social media! lol.

Kenneth Cheney Date: 8/14/2024 10:35:00 AM Flying chads, hanging chads, it's all bad, but the poem is fun. Speaking of bird danger are we up to speed on the bird deaths from the planet saving windmills crisscrossing our land. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 8/14/2024 6:43:00 PM Ha, ha. Pretty funny comment there, Kenneth. Great to see your avatar pop up, and thanks for visiting my site. Cheers, Gershon

R J. Elless Date: 8/14/2024 6:56:00 AM Flying.chads, now that is a blast from the past. Good one. Have a great day. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 8/14/2024 7:33:00 AM Yeah, chads... Had to search the recesses of election muck and mire to recall that one, R.J. Thanks for the encouragement, and Excelsior! ~ Gershon