Mr Abbott

Mr. Abbott Mr. Abbott bought a steam powered Stanley He felt it made him look rather manly He has a large handlebar moustache Constantly covered in soot and ash In his finery, goggles and gloves He would wave at his imaginary loves Over the hills and over the dales He would frequently stop for supplies and sales Horses would buck, cows would “moo” Whatever the terrain, the Stanley got through At the end of the day back in the barn, Mr. Abbott, in his chair would weave a yarn His stories were colourful and bold Renowned for being exceptionally told As the years drew past the Stanley would sit Stiffening up becoming unfit The trusty machine finally rested in a meadow Until today, saved by Jay Leno