Leo Cooper, in a bid to become jet propelled,
was hard at work in his basement workshop.
His nose, as they say, was to the grindstone.
Leo Cooper's anti-gravity boots might as well
have been powered by unicorn dust.
It'll never fly. I told him that.
Leo Cooper took a break, went upstairs,
made Sanka for himself and me.
I took artificial whitener.
Leo Cooper? He takes his Sanka black.
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