Car stops...walk home in the rain.
Toaster stops...buy a new one.
Bicycle stops...thread the chain.
Boat stops...swim in the sun.
Train stops...they'll call another.
Plane stops...
Well, when the plane stops, when I'm on it, it best be on the ground....As to the rest of instructions that come with.........can never make head or sense of them, so it had better be up and ready to go, if not it's at the end of the driveway with the trash.....No man around so have to purchase fully assembled or hire tutor....It's all Greek to me.....except the plane, would put me in cardiac arrest.........good one lizbeth.........marci.xo
menstrual machinations of a womans pain full stop before you deplane heart stops nothing remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! I'm proud to report that my lawnmower was transformed from a 'stupid hunk of junk that won't start' to a fully operable mulching machine earlier today - and by my own hand, this! ! Woo hoo! See... I discovered that those instruction books actually contain useful information. Who knew? ? ! LOL Cute write. (And yeh - it would have been perfectly relatable on any other day) Christine