Abe Lincoln decides to visit the future so he can drive a car... |
A Writer's Cramp poem: A countdown, up, and down, down of Abraham Lincoln driving a car Abe Lincoln Went to town Last Saturday To drive in a car. First he sat on the roof And said, “Giddy-up, you car.” The car stayed still, so he came down And decided to settle inside. But still that little car refused to budge. “Use the key,” said a tiny neighbor boy. Abe turned it on, and pedal to floor, The auto shot off down the street. “Oh, what fun!” laughed Abe as he drove. The trees and people soared by And Abe waved cheerfully. He ran a stop sign. A siren blared. Abe went on. “Oh, no!” Oops! “Halt!” Was yelled. Abe heard it, But he went on. Poor man couldn’t stop! Traffic halted everywhere As people stared at the hat, And good old Abe as he dashed by. Blue lights flashing and sirens screeching Then at last the car stopped, but Abe was gone. “Where?” All asked. Police searched. People questioned. Where had old Abe gone? “Why he’s dead,” said a boy. “Dead since 1865.” Everyone looked at each other. Then they stared at the now empty car. His bowler was found, but no sight of Abe. And all knew -- some mysteries can’t be solved. |