Rockets strapped to the back, we thought we were so cool
Disregarding laws of physics, plans born on a barstool.
Our car all modded and ready to go
We started out - forget going slow
Building speed the rockets kicked in
Up, up and away - how lucky would we have been
As it was we just flipped over
How we weren't killed - oh what a wonder
Now hanging here out of telephone wires
We've learned to follow our tamer desires
A contest entry
- Image Inspiration #5 by Grey Mouser.
425 points, ended March 10, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love love love the title!
I suppose, yeah, ideas like this really are formed on a bar stool. Excellent flow, rhyme and moral to the story. I laughed myself stupid. Heh.
Hope you did well in the contest. Thanks for sharing.
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I read this without seeing the picture and really liked it. After looking at the pic though it is even better. Nice job.
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Nasa Space center we have achieved low earth orbit, Over. LOL, Strap a rocket to a car and as we have seen before they don't seem to get very far. Add a mix of alcohol and lucky things don't blow up on us.
Thank you for your entry into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
MOuser
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