“Aha! Eureka! Success at last!”
The inventor was leaping for glee,
For the poor fellow was aging fast,
Next birthday, he would be eighty-three.

They all said that it couldn’t be done,
But, for decades, he still persisted.
Today, fame and glory would be won,
He’d proved that his mind wasn’t twisted.

He’d always held that man was perfect,
Or could be, given the proper tools;
And, for years, that had been his project.
What a change this would make in all schools.

The process was really quite simple,
And he could modify stock on hand.
The supply was certainly ample,
For production methods he now planned.

His machinery whirred and belts spun,
Fine sawdust filled the air in his shop.
The stockroom was full, with his last run,
When he brought his machines to a stop.

He clapped his hands and let out a shout,
Anxious now to tell all of his friends.
He proudly waved a pencil about,
With erasers affixed to both ends.

By Richard McCusker (Rmrickmack@aol.com)







Mystic Music

One Apple

What Were You Going to Be? (TOMWYO, SWAMPETTA, TWI1ITE)

What Were You Going to Be? (Several Authors)

The Past Remembered

Hello March

Winter Pathway

Brave Pansies

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