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something like that...

Carried a hen in a bucket, Until the time came to pluck it?

A Rhode Islander! Go ahead...tell him about the man from Pawtucket.

There once was a man from Woonsocket,
Who had a dysfunctional rocket,
When up came a lass,
Who showed him her, um, her, ahem ... sass,
And of a sudden it sprung from his pocket!

he did misbehave all across the land
why one night I was forced to take him in hand
the very next day I grounded him for a week
but the joke was on me, couldn't sleep a wink

I'm sure that in your younger days that it would misbehave
By launching in the morning so that it could watch you shave,
So now that you're an older man, you shouldn't sing the blues
When your rocket looks down from its sock to watch you tie your shoes!

Originally Posted by Train Wreck

So what if your rocket is dead as you stated
Rockets in general are way overrated
Each pilot thinks his is the biggest and best
At take-off and landing they're like all the rest.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uai7M4RpoLU

Originally Posted by Driver8

Y'know, Sock, they's got pills now-a-days what helps sputterin' rockets. ...

I never touched the stuff

So what if your rocket is dead as you stated
Rockets in general are way overrated
Each pilot thinks his is the biggest and best
At take-off and landing they're like all the rest.

Y'know, Sock, they's got pills now-a-days what helps sputterin' rockets. ...

Appreciate the ode, ode's are a treat
especially when my Oddie is down by my feets
I did not name Oddie, that name came from a far
by an old friend one night who couldn't pronounce her R's

she wasn't a good speller either O'dieR

Speak fondly at first, then you lament
your pride and your pain of the time that you've spent.
The fate of your Rocket, I'm sure you know best,
so this Ode, with the Rocket is now laid to rest.

Fin

I shall not despair, it's better this way
cause when I was young, he had his own way
he'd soar here, and he'd soar there
I had no choice, it's why I have no hair

So now it is old, withered and grey,
but when it was young it lit up your day.
Remember in youth it soared in the air;
think well of your Rocket, and do not despair.

Originally Posted by Teacher & Snacktime

Glad you liked it...I think I was channelling Dr. Suess there.

Dr. Suess sure was on to somethin! I mean on somethinbut darn funny stuff.

While it's true I am sad, I will not cry
the rocket was old, and it lay on one side
short on fuel, it sputtered and knocked
it's best it resides, down in my one sock

Glad you liked it...I think I was channelling Dr. Suess there.

I cannot tell you just how freaking funny that is...you rock, well done Teacher, well done Snack time!..well done indeedy!

Your Rocket has died; I know you are sad
It was, I am sure, the best Rocket you had.
No more will it fly o'er trails and high rocks.
Instead it lies sleeping, tucked in your socks.

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