Thursday, June 04, 2009

It'll Never Fly

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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