What Might Have Been Grand By Wee Luck Mc Gee

Well, Finn and Mc Gee 
Were riding along
Headed back home
When something looked wrong

So, Finn off his horse
Now looked all around
He said, "We are lost
But, there's something we've found"

"Look at this massive 
Whole in this plain
We'll never get home
This is insane"

"A canyon like this
What an unlucky find
We can't ride around it
We haven't the time"

"And we can't ride down through it
There isn't a way
If even there was
We'd be dead in a day"

So Mc Gee very calmly
with shovel in hand
Said "Well, we'd better get crackin'
And fill it with sand"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Laurie Avatar
September 14, 2018 at 1:33 AM
G'day Jerry … I keep prowling for your McGee poetic fits of wit and this one is a ripper - thanks Mate - Lindsay
Smith Avatar
October 5, 2014 at 10:34 AM
lol.....Are those the smart ones in your group? ....cheers
Curtis Avatar
October 6, 2014 at 5:16 AM
I'm not sure how to answer that----lol
Meier-Hans Avatar
October 4, 2014 at 1:51 PM
Is this why the grand canyon is so small? Nice poem Jerry.
Curtis Avatar
October 6, 2014 at 5:16 AM
Thanks Brenda---hee-yahhhhh
Harrell Avatar
October 4, 2014 at 7:21 AM
Yeah, just what they need - a hole on the road :) Wonder what people would do when they find the biggest obstacle more than they could handle. But you know what? God would never give you more than you can handle. That was what He said. So Mc Gee is right lol - "Better get cracking"
Curtis Avatar
October 6, 2014 at 5:18 AM
Thanks Toquyen, At the time I wrote it, I didn't consider it inspirational, but I guess you could be right.
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