Classic Adversaries, Page 2 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin

Closer, speeding like the wind, it comes,
And patiently, cunningly he waits;
At last the moment comes, he crouches,
Aims his body, and lights the fuses...
...and nothing happens! The target,
Passing below looks up and sees him
And with a maddening BEEP-BEEP!
Is gone. Again, once again he loses.

Just as he is about to remove the
Defective rocket device, BOOM!
He is propelled across the desert
At supersonic speed, lightning-fast,
Toward that damned, wretched fowl;
And this time he will surely catch up,
For even it cannot outrun this rocket
As long as its pack of jet fuel will last.

It turns and sees It’s not alone,
Speeds up and makes the curve
As the rocket carries it’s passenger
Straight ahead toward the rocky bluff,
Slamming him into the stony wall,
From which he slips and flutters down
To chase the Road Runner another day;
Wile E. Coyote, has The Right Stuff!

Copyright (C) 2004, John Bliven Morin