My response to Mike and all the REAL Alon lovers out there: I saw Mike Shipley the other day Staring into the sky. He had a confused look on his face As a little airplane flew by.
I then understood his confused look And I really don't blame the man, Because what he thought was an Alon Was actually a Piper spam-can. --Paul Ray A happy Alon owner (but not a poet) > -----Original Message----- > From: Enter your name here [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] > Sent: Friday, June 02, 2000 9:32 PM > To: [email protected] > Subject: [COUPERS] I saw an Alon today > > > I Saw An Alon Today > > I heard a noise, outside I think > It came from over head > A noise loud and sputtery > With at least one cylinder dead > > I look in time to see a plane > If you want to call it that > An old man perched upon the seat > In a torn and tattered hat > > It's covered in oil from nose to tail > With parts vibrating loose > A sour look upon his face > Like drinking grapefruit juice > > It made me wonder, It made me think > How did it get up there? > Was the old man crazy, or just a fool > With nothing left to dare > > At a snail's pace it crossed the sky > With smoke in trail behind > A cloud descends upon the town > I've thoughts that aren't so kind > > It's finally gone, peace is restored > The racket has died down > The old man is gone, the picture fades > It's memory makes me frown > > This story has come to it's end > I've nothing left to say > Except these words you've heard before > I saw an Alon today > > Mike Shipley > (Ercoupe poet and all around good guy) > Q94 > __________________________________________________________________________ ______ To unsubscribe from this list please send mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] ___________________________________________________________ T O P I C A The Email You Want. http://www.topica.com/t/16 Newsletters, Tips and Discussions on Your Favorite Topics
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