I.
Charles Goodyear, working with rubber,
Never guessed that it would come to pass
That his name would one day appear
On the side of a bag of gas.
II.
On that gushing day in Titusville
It did not occur to Colonel Drake
That in time the gasoline blower
Would replace the common rake.
III.
Thomas Edison, in his wildest
Imagination's flight
Never dreamed that baseball games
Would be played some day at night.
The Old Oyster...
Keeps sucking in sand.
Is he producing anything pearly?
Ah, no. Just stuff that rhymes with grit.
No wonder he's so goddamned surly.
Serenity Prayer
When I am troubled by the Mill of Life's daily grind--
The irritation of its low, annoying hum--
I softly bring the words of St. Francis to mind:
"Oh God, where is all this birdshit coming from?"
