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The Tale of Two Air Heads

I had two cousins Mike and Ike who were air heads that stole
using their slippery butterfingers to snatch up anything in sight. 
They thought they were clever smarties, but one crazy night
they were driving and hit a rocky road and slammed into a pole!
It was on 5th Avenue and that is where people tend to fight. 

Mike was whatchmacallit…chunky and Ike was such a slo poke.
So when three musketeers approached they filled with dread.
They needed lifesavers fearing they would soon end up dead, 
just then Mr. Good Bar walked up thrilled and then spoke.  
Offered Boston baked beans, thinking they needed to be fed.

The two nerds thought they were going to have a pay day,
but ended up stuck in a situation they knew not how to avoid. 
Mr. Good Bar offered Swedish fish from the pond, Ike annoyed,
listening to this insane man say he has flown to the Milky Way!
Apparently in the galaxy is where he ended up unemployed.

He was running a marathon on Mars and his boss was upset
that he knew not how to sprint like Jesse Owens the Olympiad,
but that sluggish Mr. Good Bar gave all the effort he had, 
and when he was banned from outer space he began to fret.
He flew down and landed on 5th Avenue; such a sad lad. 

Mike and Ike had zero knowledge why he would tell this tale,
figured maybe he was just lonely and needed to vent.
Then he invited them back to where he lives in a tent.
The two moronic boys thought quietly, “man did we fail…”
For all that they had stolen in the past was already spent. 

Now and later, this peculiar man said they had to stay
with him forever where he dwells, in a place that was weird. 
Taking 5 minutes to think, suddenly 100 grand appeared.
They thought, “maybe we will steal it then run far away!”
Just then Mr. Good Bar saw them all excited and reappeared.

Apparently, he found the money while strolling the moon.
Guess that’s why he really got fired from space after all.
Then a starburst harshly and down to earth he did fall, 
landing on 5th Avenue looking like an idiotic buffoon.
So his original story was not true; he began to bawl.

He keeled over like hot tamales from a heart attack.
At first Mike and Ike felt bad, then they had a notion.
Then put their heads together with a plan in motion, 
asked each other, “are you sure? We can never go back!”
Went on a spending spree like Jesse Owens the Nova Scotion.


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Carol Connell
September 22, 2018

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