Here's a little poem for you. Merry Christmas!
Dr. K meets RoadsterBob
It was wet and cold,
We could not go out and play,
So we stayed at home,
On that dark, dreary day
In a heated garage,
with plenty of lights,
I put wax on my roadster,
And dreamed of warm nights.
I was angry and sad
and a little bit dissed
that the weather had turned
to such nasty cold mist
In the street, on the driveway
I heard a loud song
A big giant K
had come dancing along.
"No! No!" said my roadster,
"Don't open the door!
This is not the same K
that we love and adore!"
Too late! I had welcomed
the big giant K,
and he led me on many
adventures that day.
"Tell me Bob" said the K
"Is it really that wet?"
(Though my name isn't Bob
K still calls me that yet.)
"There are places to go,
things we haven't yet seen,
and you have in this place
the most perfect machine."
"No! No!" said my roadster,
"I don't have a top.
My wipers move slowly,
and sometimes they stop.
My heater is broken,
my wires are not right.
I fear that I cannot
drive safely at night"
"Bob" said the K
"Do you drive this fine car?
Can you travel to places
to see where they are?
A reliable, trustable,
wind in your faceable
powerful, turnable,
fashion embraceable
wonderful car."
"I'll drive" said the K
and he opened the door,
and we left the garage
with a howl and a roar.
"This is fun" said my roadster,
"I have to admit
that the rain and the cold
don't dismay me one bit"
So many the roads
that we traveled that day.
So many the sights
and the sounds on the way.
As we came to the end
of the cold, wet day
we returned to the house
and put roadster away.
"Well, Bob", said the K
"Have you had a good time?
Did we go really fast?
Did we stop on a dime?
Was it wonderful, magical
do it againable?
Or was it just wet?"
The roadster was sitting
in puddles of grime.
Some owners would surely
have thought it a crime
to drive in such weather
so dark and so drear
without top or heater
Oh My! and Oh Dear!
"Bob", said the roadster
"Between you and me
If you really like waxing
then buy an MG"
I turned to the K
and I said with a smile
"In all our adventures
I loved every mile
Soggy, foggy,
cold as a froggy,
slippery, slidey,
no place to hidey,
Rusty, trusty,
fills me with pridey"
"Good", said the K
I expected no less.
Here, Bob, take the keys
and clean up this foul mess"
The K sang a song
as he danced down the street
"If you don't drive your roadster
the K you will meet!"
Leisure Suit Terry
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