12/5/19
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A little gray car with the little gray man;
I wish to get past him as quick as I can.
For I have heard tales of his terrible gaze;
That those who annoy him go missing in days.
He must have some power which makes him a fright;
That even grown men feel a shudder at night.
Where he may have come from no one dares to ask;
The guy who once tried it turned up in a cask.
His trips into town are a gasping occurrence;
The folks he encounters just give him deference.
Small kids run home crying and ladies near faint;
The meanest of dogs turn in fear of his taint.
So now that he’s here I’ll get out of his way;
Return to my bed for the rest of the day.
And if your small head has an ounce of a brain;
You too will rush home where you’ll follow the same.
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